Madame Eulalie’s Rare Plums

A DARING New Yorker said, “Gee!
Aerial racing for me!”
But something went pop,
And he started to drop . . . .
No flowers by request. RIP.

There was a young man in the air,
Whose friends said. “Oh, Percy, take care!”
He answered, “Oh, pooh,
I know what to do!” . . . .
Yes, that’s Percy in yonder bath-chair.

A magnate who hailed from the Rand
Wished to rise, so he threw out some sand.
But it chanced to smash flat
A Duchess’s hat.
That man is now socially banned.

A boastful young man said. “Look here,
With what ease my balloon I can steer.”
He started for Spain
Via Salisbury Plain,
But the spot that he reached was Cashmere.

A young man remarked with a grin,
“This race I am certain to win.”
But he rather lost heart
When he found at the start
That his gas-bag was pierced with a pin.
STOP-PRESS NEWS
There is a young man in a tree,
Whose speech is one vast, lurid D.
He has been there, they say,
For a week and a day.
Will he ever get home to his tea?