19 APRIL 1968, Page 6

Modern muses

CHRISTOPHER HOLLIS

If music be the food of love, It's common sense to be a dove, But with this modernistic squawk Who knows a hand-saw from a hawk?

If poetry were rhymed and scanned, So those who read could understand, It would be fun beyond a doubt To know what it was all about.

Blest pair of sirens—Voice and Verse— Contend for which can hoot the worse, Where he the topmost pops enjoys Whose blast contrives the louder noise.