Page 7 - The Gluckman Occasional Number Six

“While I was pondering what it all meant,
Coming toward me along the cement
Was a young guy with a weird-looking pipe—
Truly to me an unusual type.”

“Out of his nostrils and mouth came a stream
Not of thick smoke but a big cloud of steam!
Rapidly beating a hasty retreat,
I was unsettled on Silver Lake Street!”