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Just crumbs…
Thought he,
Nursing his brandy…
What had happened to friends, honour, the children's kitty?

Everything has changed so much?
The order of things and such…
Another one, Squire?
The boy asked.
If I must, he sighed – and on
he mused.
Crashed it had – he was,
alas, festooned…

The Queen herself perspired –
Economist had written to her,
it transpired,
But not in time
Still, her horse ran Ascot
And Chelsea houses don’t go
for peanuts.

He rose tipsily toward the
marble steps
His club a bastion of reprieve
Until he saw that banker chap
Taking a piss beneath
Wellington’s portrait

A new member, we regret. An inappropriate mis-step.

He’ll learn, smiled the Squire,
A thing or two off
Finch’s Quarterly Review.
Whilst the Bastards trot on…

– Unknown Sherpa