“Oh, That‘ Twere Possible!”

Oh, that‘ twere possible

After those words inane

For me to read The Times

Ever again!

When I was wont to read it

In the early morning hours,

In a mood‘ twixt wrath and mirth,

I exclaimed: “Alas, Ye Powers,

These ideas are fainter, quainter

Than anything on earth!”

A paper's laid before me.

Not thou, not like to thee.

Dear me, if it were possible

The Times should ever see

How very far the times have moved

( Spelt with a little “t” ).