The Word Cloud

Fifteen of us managed to survive the days mental exursions at the Royal Overseas League - or about twelve or thirteen, plus partners - to shuffle down Picadilly to the eatery five floors above Watersons book shop, appropriately enough. We'd learnt everything there is to know about Getting Published. (Basically, as Harry put it, for those who couldn't make it today: Write A Good Book. That's it in a nutshell.) We'd also knocked back a glass or two to launch Harry's book of the same title. So we took our seats in the cafe/restaurant/winebar type of place and studied the menu. When we'd all decided what to order the waitress came and told us there were only three dishes available to choose from! Fortunately they were all edible so we enjoyed our meal, though probaly more thanks to the company than to the fare. Whilst awaiting service these few words somehow appeared on my paper napkin:

For launch parties, young Harry Bingham
Certainly knows how to fling 'em.
   Though we may not rejoice
   At the small dinner choice
Harry praises - we still want to sing 'em!

Say goodnight, Tony
Goodnight, Tony