HYDE PARK CORNER.

My hansom here completely stuck;

No chance to catch my train, worse luck!

I sit and wonder:

Why should the roads be up in May?

Who muddles matters in this way,

With bungling blunder?

What use to make a shapeless space,

Where rambling roadways interlace,

And, in the Season,

To close just what was meant to save

This block, because they want to pave?

What is the reason?

By Jove, it's like some years ago,

The traffic stopping in a row

In Piccadilly!

The Vestry does not care a pin

For all the muddle that we're in;

They're much too silly.

Perhaps they'd say they meant it well.

I do not know. All I can tell

Is that I'm raving.

I'd send that Vestry down below,

Where all such good intentions go,

To make more paving!