The Lure of the Wireless


When everyone has gone to bed
I lie with earphones on my head,
And listen to the music sweet
Accompanying the dancing feet.

The light is out, but two gleams show
Where wireless valves in tune to glow;
And all is bliss till from above
Insistent raps warn me to move.

And so I rise; with reluctant hand
Turn off the Savoy Havana Band,
Silencing saxophonists and drummers
And all the men of Debroy Somers.