Reader of many a flashy par.
While travelling in the subterranean car,
A voice that murmured, "What a fool you are
Not to take in The Chimes!"
I said, "It costs three d.,"
But lied about the cause;
I feared the toils of destiny,
I felt those stately columns close on me,
I shuddered as I rattled like a pea
Citywards without pause.