The Steiners on the floor above Of breakfast were partaking; Crash! came the rocket, unannounced, And set them all a-quaking! It smote a catsup bottle, fair, And bang! the thing exploded! And now these people all declare That catsup flask was loaded.
Truly committed readers of the author’s works belong to and avidly support the venerable Dickens Fellowship. I do and I can barely contain my excitement each time my copy of the Fellowship’s journal, The Dickensian, arrives.