An objection, a complaint.
1839.
I have been taking julips, and a little saffern tea, | |
And from the lurid weather I lie in bed, you see; | |
My spirit now is languid, and funny is my snore, | |
So take the hint without a kick, and shut the open door. | |
Chemung (N.Y.) Democrat, Dec. 25. |
1909. Theres no kick coming on this, stranger, said one wiry, dark-haired fellow.N.Y. Evening Post, April 15.