When

Sir

Beelzebub called for his syllabub in the hotel in Hell

Where Proserpine first fell

Blue as the gendarmerie were the waves of the sea

Rocking and shocking the barmaid

Nobody comes to give him his rum but the

Rim of the sky hippopotamus-glum

Enhances the chances to bless with a benison

Alfred Lord Tennyson crossing the bar laid

With cold vegetation from pale deputations

Of temperance workers all signed In Memoriam

Hoping with glory to trip up the Laureate's feet

Moving in classical metres

Like Balaclava the lava came down from the

Roof and the sea's blue wooden gendarmerie

Took them in charge while Beelzebub

Roared for his rum

None of them come