Eleven jigs

I’ll have me a jigger o’ that afore taking my turn

And don’t give me no golfing type jigger, no fancy stuff here.

I’ll be making a strike with a cue and you’ll learn

I’m quite good at it too.

There, I’ve finished my bit and I’ve set ‘em

So you’ll never win. Put my cue down right here

On this jigger a while. You stop dancing and step

To the plate you young jigger. Let’s see how you do.

Will you look at the table lad not

At that jigger-rigged sailship that’s hanging

By rope from a jigger up there? Will you concentrate

Here on the felt where the game’s playing fair?

And stop bobbing and weaving; tha looks like a jigger.

You’re cuing a billiard ball here. You’re not taking a ride

On a railwayman’s jigger up t’line

Will’t be careful. Look. See.

Think you’re digging a hole do you now?

But take care o’ the felt. T’aint no fishing rod this.

Tha’s no’ jiggering a net through the ice

To catch codlets and smelt.

So you’ve won, and you’re telling

I owe you a prize. I’ve forgot the device that I plotted

To give thee. Some jigger, some such but I’ll rush

Down the jigger here, off and I’m gone.

Dance eleven fat jigs for me please

On your day in the sun.