(Apologies to nobody)
O Infamy! O Tyranny! Still one
More paper in Mathematics Practical!
When shall we cease, we horny sons of toil,
That sweat by morn, by noon, by dusk? O man,
If man thou art, canst be; prithee revise
Thy adamantine words! Soften thy heart,
Hardened with chill of Scottish obstinacy,
And say Mechanics Test is not to be!
Else may’st thou, like Tantalus, escape
The joy of life. May thy least coin he
When full accosted by a dainty miss,
In view of many gaping friendly eyes,
Half of a crown on some Charity Day!
4. 11. 1927