I met a swell man,
With a bowler and a cane,
and a two piece with no name.
He is a saint,
To be found by the Ministry without complaint,
A degree of Accounting,
In a firm, with well to do pay.
He paid his taxes,
Has a family of three,
The Gods of Modern Man,
A phone, a comp and an SUV
He has his boys in the bar,
Every Thursday, with a shot of Tequila,
Never got drunk, always under the limit.
We shook hands, and bid farewell.
We parted our ways, but I called out,
‘Number 24601,that was his name,
Don’t forget Sunday’s the big game’.
Inspired by W.H. Auden.
Liew HW, KL.