We’re watching the sad movie
for the seventh time today.
Let’s take off our tear-vial

I never had a toothache, but the desire to have one crossed my mind constantly. 

The English bowler hat was worn by Charlie Chaplin. He used it as a prop in his slapstick comedy routines. In so doing, he abused a most genteel hat.

I enter a room where a fan seems to be chanting
“Air! Air! Air!” as it whirrs. I see it’s not
the fan, after all, but a child facing the wall

Arriving there just after dark 1 see that the draw-bridge has been raised. I compare my situation to that of a piece of luncheon meat destined for a sandwich, only to find that the bread it was supposed to occupy is already accounted for.