26 JANUARY 1962, Page 23

End of the Affair

He: I- set My bomb in your suburban road. She: I use this poisdned ink to make you die. lie: I haunt' your marriage like the magic toad. She. : My needling nib reddens your reptile eye.

He: It may. But I'm the black-legged spider now Upon your bedroom wall.

Wait on his bed, and watch me Till I fall.