TWELFTH 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]




THIRTEENTH FLAT


Home from the shop came Maud's new hat--
A hat of monstrous size!
It almost filled the tiny flat
Before her ravished eyes.