The Ceroc Years - Number Twelve

JABBER-MOCKERY

How super! So the Cholmondeley-Pughs
Are high and haughty in their glee.
Quite green-eyed are those poor Ayscoughs,
There …, in the grand marquee.

Avoid that Buccleuch clan, my dear!
The Lord that smirks, the Dame that cloys;
Ignore the Dowager, but fear
Their dreadful, spotty boys.

Piers took the scheming flirt to Glamis,
Since when she’s had him in a whirl;
Her painted face and plastic charms
Have bought a Belted Earl.

And as, all squiffy-eyed he stands,
The gravid girl, in fluffy frock
Comes slyly up and takes his hands …
Good grief! They dance Ceroc!

Oh look – do look! He’s up and down;
The foolish boy fell on his arse.
How infra-dig to play the clown –
It shows a lack of class!

And have you met Bea Leverson-Gower?
Splendid to hear, Guy’s up at Caius.
Oh, spiffing hat! Just so top-drawer!
You’re ever such a tease.

How super! So the Cholmondeley-Pughs
Are high and haughty in their glee.
Quite green-eyed are those poor Ayscoughs,
There …, in the grand marquee.