When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said,        
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself,        
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME        
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.        
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you        
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.        
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,        
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.        
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,        
He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,        
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.        
Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said.
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.        
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME        
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said,        
Others can pick and choose if you can't.        
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling.
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.        
(And her only thirty-one.)        
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,        
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.        
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.        
You are a proper fool, I said.        
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,        
What you get married for if you don't want children?        
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME        
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,        
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—        
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME        
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME        
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.        
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.        

                  Tom Eliot, The Wasteland