With that there Hinfluenza—wich perhaps is wus than all together—
All over the dashed shop! When was a Season sech a sell as this is?
Wot wonder that it aggeravates us all, pertikler Me and Missis?
Ah! But for our "Himperial Guests" the Times' young man names with sech feeling,
I don't know wot I should 'ave done. A dismal dulness seems a-stealing
Afore its time o'er every think; and now Our Guests's gone wot reason,
As the Times sez, for trying to perlong the Session or the Season?
Ya-a-a-w! I shall gape my 'ed off 'ere. The Row's a bore, the 'Ouse a fetter.
And now the HEMP'ROR's slung 'is 'ook, the sooner we are horf the better!