Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough. / It isn't fit for humans now.

I had lived and worked in London, and was familiar with the Tube stops where the bombs went off,

People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors.

The gas was on in the Institute, / The flare was up in the gym.

Phone for the fish-knives, Norman As Cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I must have things daintily served.

Silver and ermine and red faces full of port wine.