"I read your verses in the bath,
some are funny, sure make me laugh,"
said she whose hair still was wet.
A silvery-fish in my poetry-net?
Flashlights on your motorcar
are yesterday's men's fairy-things.
But, as with most fairytales,
there are the monstrocities they bring.
Cramped city streets and foul air.
Of fairystories sure do be aware !