“What’s this?” I said to my gardener.
“That there’s a bust of R. Wagner.”
“I say, just the job,
I’ll give you ten bob.”
“Righto, I bain’t much of a bargainer.”
The amateur diva Matilda
Was wife to a musical builder.
He made her a booth
Her penchant to soothe
For screeching the part of Brünnhilde.
Next door lived a vexatious gilder,
And hate of the Ring had long filled ‘er:
So she sprayed that soprano
With gold-plated guano,
And then on the barbecue grilled ‘er.