Study of an Elevation,
in Indian ink

This ditty is a string of lies
But - how the deuce did Gubbins rise ?

POTIPHAR Gubbins, C. E,
Stands at the top of the tree;
And I muse in my bed on the reasons that led
To the hoisting of Potiphar G.

Potiphar Gubbins, C. E.,
Is seven years junior to Me
Each bridge that he makes he either buckles or breaks,
And his work is as rough as he.

Potiphar Gubbins, C. E.,
Is coarse as a chimpanzee;
And I can't understand why you gave him your hand,
Lovely Mehitabel Lee.

Potiphar Gubbins, C. E.,
Is dear to the Powers that Be
For They bow and They smile in an affable style,
Which is seldom accorded to Me.

Potiphar Gubbins, C. E,
Is certain as certain can be
Of a highly paid post which is claimed by a host
Of seniors - including Me.

Careless and lazy is he,
Greatly inferior to Me.
What is the spell that you manage so well,
Commonplace Potiphar G. ?

Lovely Mehitabel Lee
Let me inquire of thee,
Should I have riz to what Potiphar is
Hadst thou been mated to Me?