The Kiplings and India: A Collection of Writings from British India, 1870-1900

Study of an Elevation in Indian Ink (Rudyard Kipling)

This ditty is a string of lies,
Rat—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 which led
To the hoisting of Potiphar G.

Potiphar Gubbins, C.E., 
Is seven years junior to me;
Each bridge that he makes 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 dea 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 enquire of thee.
Should I have riz to what Potiphar is
Hadst thou been mated to me? 

This page has paths:

This page references: