The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb