He hurled his chair at the Lord Mayor's head.
It missed that head by the width of a hair.
Gee—whizz!
What a horrible squeak!
But it crashed through the big bay-window there
And smashed a bus into Wednesday week.
And the very next day, in the decorous Times
(Great—Guns—
How the headlines ran!)
In spite of the kings and the wars and the crimes,