Beware the cut-pate's jovial axe. It furrows brows with hilarious tracks, vexes crowns with giggling seams, lights Brittleghast's eyes with a mawkish gleam.
While stricken, bleeding onlookers drool, he juggles his axe like a glorious fool And - rather than ruin this act with a grin - lets the arc of his axe tell the story for him.
Sweating with mirth and convulsed with delight, To watch Brittleghast work is a wonderful fright. He shows us the thrill of such exquisite dread; He shows us the joke in a well-cloven head;
Shows us how masters work only in red Long after more reasonable colors have fled;
Heaps jest upon jest with the sweep of his axe. ... Oh God help us, he's at it again.
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