All right, ladies and gents,
Comical poems suitable for the occasion, extemporized and thought up before your very eyes.
All right, here we go.
Room here for everyone gather around
The constable's "responstable." Now, how does that sound?
Hello, Miss Lark I got one for you.
Miss Lark likes to walk in the park with Andrew.
Ah, Mrs. Cory astory for you.
Your daughters were shorter than you, but they grew.
Dear Miss Persimmon—
Wind's in the east, mist comin' in.
Like something is brewin' about to begin
Can't put me finger on what lies in store
But I feel what's to happen, all happened before.
I'm sorry. Where was I? Thank you, one and all, for your kind support. Ah, Miss Lark, thank you.Crikey. Bless you, guv. Generosity itself, that's what you are. No charge.
Oh, it's you! Hello. Number 17 Cherry Tree Lane, you say? All right. Come along with me. This
here's Cherry Tree Lane. Nice little spot, you might say. Number 17's just down a bit. Now, this
imposing edifice what first greets the eye, is the home of Admiral Boom, late of His Majesty's
Navy. Likes his house shipshape, hedoes, shipshape and Bristol fashion at all times.
Time gun ready?
Ready and charged, sir.
Three minutes and six seconds.
Aye, aye, sir.
What he's famous for is punctuality. The whole world takes its time from Greenwich. But
Greenwich, they say, takes its time from Admiral Boom. What cheer, admiral?
Goodafternoon to you, young man. Where are you bound?
Number 17. Got some parties here in tow what wants to see it.
Enter that in the log.
Aye, aye, sir.
A word of advice, young man: storm signals are up at number 17. Bit of heavy weather brewing
Thank you, sir. Keep an eye skinned. Here we are. Number 17 Cherry Tree Lane. Residence
ofGeorge Banks, Esquire. Hello, hello, hello. The admiral's right. Heavy weather brewin' at
number 17, and no mistake.
Leave her alone!
I'll show you. Don't you be trying to stop the wretched creature! Let her go, that's what I say, and
good riddance! I never liked her from the moment she set foot in the door.
But who gets stuck with thechildren with no nanny in the house? Me, that's who!
Her and her high and mighty ways! And that face of her that would stop a coal barge, it would.
Indeed, Mrs. Brill! I wouldn't stay in this house another minute, not if you heap me with all the
jewels in Christendom.
No, no, Katie Nanna, don't go!
Stand away from that door, my girl!
Butwhat am I gonna tell the master about the children?
It's no concern of mine. Those little beasts have run away from me for the last time.
They must be somewhere. Did you look around the zoo in the park? You know how Jane and
Michael is. Coo! You don't think the lion could've got at them, do ya? You know how fond they
was of hangin' around the cage.
I said mysay, and that's all I'll say. I've done with this house forever.
Well, hip, hip, hooray! And don't stumble on the way out, dearie.
Now, now, Katie Nanna!
Mrs. Banks! She's home!
Our daughter's daughters will adore us
And we'll sing in grateful chorus
"Well done, Sister Suffragette"
Good evening, Katie Nanna, Ellen. We had the most glorious meeting! Mrs.Whitbourne-Allen
chained herself to the wheel of the prime minister's carriage. You should've been there.
Mrs. Banks, I would like a word with you.
And Mrs. Ainslie, she was carried off to prison, singing and scattering pamphlets all the way!
I'm glad you're home, madam. I've always given the best that's in me.
On, thank you, Katie...