All The Benighted Croutons
When choosing the proper wine
Be sure that another is paying
Be bold when crossing the line
Between Zinning and Chardonnaying.
Laugh when they say you're a leech
But don't put your hand in your pocket
Your grasp should exceed your reach
And, if you find happiness, hock it
When choosing the proper wife
Be sure that her papa is loaded
How comfy, the freeloader's life!
Unless that your freedom's eroded
'Spin' when they ask what you do
But don't tergiversate all day
Otherwise they'll have a clue
To trust not a word that you say
| Contributors: | F, Chevalier, will h. |
| Poem finished: | 20th March 2006 by F. |