“Oh, Berty, old man where on earth have you been?
In your usual haunts you are no longer seen,
And what’s with the get up, those scabs, have you fleas?”
“Oh didn’t you know that I’d failed?” said he.
“The last time I saw you, you looked like a king,
With suits from Armani and dripping with bling
but now that I see you in rags it’s quite ghastly.”
“Well that’s how we dress when we’ve failed,” said he.
“Your speech was so lovely when last you were seen
But now it is coarse and quite frankly obscene
When so many swear words escape through your teeth.”
“Well, some polish is lost when you fail,” said he.
“Your hands are so dirty, your face is so bleak
I’m really repelled by your stubbly cheek.
Do you work in a sewer to wind up so smelly?”
“It’s hard to find work when you’ve failed,” said he.
“You used to be languid, said life was a dream,
When soaking up champers, with laughter you’d scream
But now you are sullen and brooding and mean.”
“it’s true, one gets grumpy when failing,” said he.
“I’m glad I have money and such a nice house
a wife who’s an heiress, so perfect a spouse.”
“Just give me your wallet - I’m armed as you see,
One gets pretty ruthless when failed,” said he.