When the “men of consequence” gather/ if nobody minds, I’d rather / be someplace with color/ – for what could be duller/ than blokes in black, battered by blather ?/// There’s not a rhetorical flourish/ which my starving soul ever could nourish/ half so well as the sight/ of a sprite in tight white / (without women, we might as well perish !)/// Send me not to those serried ranks/ (front and center, or out on the flanks)/ where the orator drones/ in stentorian tones../ would I choose to be present? No, thanks.
When the “men of consequence” gather/ if nobody minds, I’d rather / be someplace with color/ – for what could be duller/ than blokes in black, battered by blather ?/// There’s not a rhetorical flourish/ which my starving soul ever could nourish/ half so well as the sight/ of a sprite in tight white / (without women, we might as well perish !)/// Send me not to those serried ranks/ (front and center, or out on the flanks)/ where the orator drones/ in stentorian tones../ would I choose to be present? No, thanks.