noon
Beware the scent , tho ' hunger groan ! My gentle kiss -LRB- a fishing smack -RRB- Shot far amiss and with a hiss I landed pretty well for ` ard . A smack I smote with a fearful thwack , A stunning whack across the back , On the upper deck of the Judy Peck . At noon to-day , the fishermen say , We ornament the table -- O , wretched deed ! -- or chicken feed , Two rods behind the stable . My purpose was to be serious with Mr. Tescheron . I had fooled him quite enough .