IV.
G. Methought I heard yestreen a loudish noise
Closely resembling the report of guns.
H. Ay, you conjectured right. Those sounds arose
From anti-aircraft guns engaged in practice
Against the unlikely advent of the Hun.
One must be ready in a war like this
To face the most remote contingencies.
G. Something descended on the next back-yard,
Spoiling a dozen of my neighbour's tubers.
H. No doubt a live shell mixed among the blank;
Such oversights from time to time occur
Even in Potsdam, where the casual sausage
Perishes freely in a feu de joie.