THE CUBIST PHOTOGRAPHER.THE CUBIST PHOTOGRAPHER.
A singular accident happened to-day,Distressing to witness (I chanced to be there).A motor-'bus entered a tea-shop, and layIn some need of repair.It was loaded with passengers, outside and in,Who straightway indulged in much turbulent talk;The latter declared that for less than a pinThey would get out and walk.But the customers who, with deplorable zest,Of tea and hot crumpets were taking their fill,Regarding the scene as an innocent jest,Simply laughed themselves ill.Though I'm dreadfully nervous and suffer a shockAt the slightest alarm, through that terrible fussI was strangely composed and, as still as a rock,—I lay under the 'bus.