The dog that caught the mink
Was strolling down the street,
When, quicker than a wink,
He chanced a maid to meet,
Inhabiting the skin
That once his victim wore;
But, lo, beneath her chin
The tail was now before!
"Alas," he sighed, "'tis passing strange
How fashion with our fortunes change!"
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The poem is good, but I like the title moreso than I like the poem. I just like the play on words that Tabb uses with Tale and Tail, I feel in the title he plays them well.
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