Edith Sitwell - Sir Beelzebub lyrics

When Sir Beelzebub called for his syllabub in the hotel in Hell Where Proserpine first fell, Blue as the gendermarie were the waves of the sea, (Rocking and shocking the barmaid). Nobody comes to give him his rum but the Rim of the sky hippopotamaus-glum Enhances the chances to bless with a benison Alfred Lord Tennyson crossing the bar laid With cold vegetation from pale deputations Of temperance workers (all signed In Memoriam) Hoping with glory to trip up the Laureate's feet, (Moving in cla**ical metres)... Like Balaclava, the lava came down from the Roof, and the sea's blue wooden gendermarie Took them in charge while Beelzebub roared for his rum. ...None of them come!