Just then, up through the silverware
The rocket thundered, flaring!
The Burglar got a dreadful scare;
Then out the door went tearing.
[Illustration: SIXTH FLAT]
Miss Mamie Briggs with no mean skill
Was playing “Casey’s Fling”
To please her cousin, Amos Gill,
Who liked that sort of thing,
When suddenly the rocket, hot,
The old piano jumbled!
It stopped that rag-time like a shot,
Then through the ceiling rumbled.
[Illustration: Seventh flat]
Up through the next floor on its way
That rocket, dread, went tearing
Where Winkle stood in bath-robe, gay,
A tepid bath preparing.
The tub it punctured like a shot
And made a mighty splashing.
The man was rooted to the spot;
Then out the door went dashing.
[Illustration: Eighth flat]
Bob Brooks was puffing very hard
His football to inflate,
While round him stood his faithful guard,
And they could hardly wait.
Then came the rocket, fierce and bright,
And through the football rumbled.
“You’ve got a pair of lungs, all right!”
His staring playmates grumbled.
[Illustration: NINTH FLAT]
The family dog, with frenzied mien,
Was chasing Fluff, the mouser,
When, poof! the rocket flashed between,
And quite astonished Towzer.
Now, if this dog had wit enough
The English tongue to torture,
He might have growled such silly stuff
As, “Whew! that cat’s a scorcher!”
[Illustration: TENTH FLAT]
While Carrie Cook sat with a book
The phonograph played sweetly.
Then came the rocket and it smashed
That instrument completely.
Fair Carrie promptly turned her head,
Attracted by the roar.
“Dear me, I never heard,” she said,
“That record played before!”
[Illustration: Eleventh flat]
De Vere was searching for a match
To light a cigarette,
But failed to find one with despatch,
Which threw him in a pet.
Just then the rocket flared up bright
Before his face and crackled,
Supplying him the needed light—
“Thanks, awfully,” he cackled.
[Illustration: Twelfth flat]