On me way to work
Spotted Mr Thumber
Apparently office clerk
To me he's a bummer
Thinking he's a freeloader
A down and out scrounger
Better watch that steam roller
Lying upon sun lounger
Picked him up once
Didn't offer me a penny
So called him a dunce
Apparently he'd plenty
Knight of the scran - bag
In his very smart suit
called his wife a slag
And his son was a Brute
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