Scrubbing Up In Vain
Once I saw a wealthy man, baguette stuffed in his beak.
Hubristically, he hissed at me, 'Don't you ever wash your feet? '
I said, 'Rich men must eat like kings, judging by your physique.'
He said 'You look a slob.' I said 'They call it shabby chic.'
So he took me for a quick ride on the bonnet of his Benz.
I yelled 'And on your right, you'll see the North Sea meet the Thames! '
He hit the brakes, I hit the road - a toad, but in the end
I got myself a suit lest I mess up the mise-en-scène.
So I waltzed in a posh restaurant in my new shiny shoes,
And asked ...