WELL, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?

Press, Volume CXVI, Issue 34041, 3 January 1976, Page 14

WELL, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?

(By

WHIM WHAM)

It's the Time of the Year When the Days are longest and laziest, Work slackest. Vision least clear, Thoughts at their haziest. Society dozes Blinking like an overfed Cat — And the Leader-writer s liveliest Prose is No livelier than That. Do you hear the Sound Of Everyone doing Nothing except getting Bitten by Sandflies, blistered, or drowned'.’— Or athletically sweating? The statistical Clock Doesn't stop, nor Time stand still. Where there’s a Tick there's a tock — Do you hear? You will. You know, it’s not true. The Season has Tensions of its own. In a Work Vacuum, what do You do— An unwilling Drone? Some People even play Scrabble To relieve the Tension, the Tedium. Doggerel’s my game, the Way I babble in this printed Medium . . . ‘Do drop in’, we said. And he did just That, the Fool' Hang-gliding. Heels over Head, Into our Pool: It’s the Kind of Thing That’s on. this Time of the Year. When so Much is un-happening Neither far nor Near.