A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down.
I viewed the morning with alarm.
The British Museum had lost its charm.

These lines sketch a comic, rhymed vignette of travel malaise: London’s stereotypical fog becomes an external mirror for the speaker’s mood (“low and…down”). The joke turns on deflation—an institution meant to inspire awe, the British Museum, “had lost its charm,” implying that even the grandest cultural attractions can feel inert when one is tired, lonely, or out of sorts. Read as Gershwin-esque lyric craft, the stanza relies on brisk internal rhythm and simple end-rhymes to make melancholy sound light, suggesting a performer’s ability to convert gloom into wit. The passage also plays with the contrast between “Town” and the lofty museum, puncturing high culture with everyday feeling.