Rather anxious for his breakfast.
So they parted; Tiadatha
Watched the front door close behind her,
Gave the driver half-a-sovereign,
Strolled back slowly to St. James!
Thus was Tiadatha’s wooing,
Thus he parted from his Phyllis.
You will say ’twas not idyllic,
Wooing in a London taxi,
Parting on a London pavement.