turgid21 Oct 2004

Yet you bare not a though for the slipper.
With all your pontificating and mindless titter
Minor shod fools mark my words
Avoid following your vulgar herds
For with its exquisite fume
A gentleman ne’er leaves the smoking room

Your exterior footwear laments
For whence you can afford the expense
Of a man who will supply
Anything that catch your eye
Any item with which you have not yet

For when within your palace you can stay
And ne’er see the light of the day
Let the plebs worry about there dress
Whilst your feet are all warm and caressed
A true Gent be shod in none other
Save the mighty slipper