Ad Infinitum
p. 72 · Read in the full issue
The night we had the singsing The cook was late with tea: The dinner came at eight o’clock— But oh, the revelry!
The night we had the singsing, All played a sweet refrain.
They played it once at nine o’clock; At ten they played again.
At twelve they thought we’d like some more; At one they felt the same; At two they put come omph in, In case it grew too tame.
At three o’clock they still went strong; They freshened up at four; At five o’clock —but thump and bang!
You’ve heard it all before!