The Flight from Bootle

Lonely in the Regent Palace,

    Sipping her “Banana Blush”,

Lilian lost sight of Alice

    In the honey-coloured rush.

Settled down at last from Bootle,

    Alice whispered, “Just a min,

While I pop upstairs and rootle

    For another safety pin.”

Dreamy from the band pavilion

    Drops of the Immortal Hour

Fell around the lonely Lilian

    Like an ineffectual shower.

Half an hour she sat and waited

    In the honey-coloured lounge

Till she with herself debated,

    “Time for me to go and scrounge!”

Time enough! or not enough time!

    Lilian, you wait in vain;

Alice will not have a rough time,

    Nor be quite the same again.