A TRAGEDY OF REACTION.

It was a super-poet of the neo-Georgian kind

Whose fantasies transcended the simple bourgeois mind,

And by their frank transgression of all the ancient rules

Were not exactly suited for use in infant schools.

But, holding that no rebel should shrink from fratricide,

His gifted brother-Georgians he suddenly defied,

And in a manifesto extremely clear and terse

Announced his firm intention of giving up free verse.

The range of his reaction may readily be guessed

When I mention that for Browning his devotion he confessed,

Enthroned above the Sitwells the artless Muse of "Bab,"

And said that Marinetti was not as good as Crabbe.

At first the manifesto was treated as a joke,

A boyish ebullition that soon would end in smoke;

But when he took to writing in strict and fluent rhyme

His family decided to extirpate the crime.

Two scientific doctors declared he was insane,

But likely under treatment his reason to regain;

So he's now in an asylum, where he listens at his meals

To a gramophone recital of the choicest bits from Wheels.

"The bride's mother was handsomely attired in heliotrope stain."—Canadian Paper.