That they still performed Beethoven.
But, neither being deaf,
They at last heard Pozdnisheff.
Poor wife! He so affrights her,
That she plays no more the Kreutzer.
If on each foot he'd had a slipper
To Troukachevsky (who was saved)
The husband would have p'rhaps behaved
Much in the style of Jack the Ripper.
He put to flight the dilettante