Reclining
{May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello}
Strafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again
Oh please do come
Social leeches quoting Chaucer
Angie chalks another blue
Oh God
Oh God not again
I'm beagling
Unless accompanied by a fellow
Where why not and should they oughta
They say
So welcome
Couples loiter in the cloisters
Returns to mingle with the crowds
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Oh please so come they say
Please don't lie upon the grass
I'm punting
Society columns now ensured
Oh, what a crowd
Rudely wakened from their slumbers
Good God they say
Wayward sons again have fathers
It's a party
Beagling on the downs
On the lawns by still "Cam" waters
Social climbers polish ladders
Aperitifs consumed en masse
Display their owners on the grass
I'm wining
Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say
Garden party held today they say
Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say
Champagne corks are firing at the sun, again
Chitters chat and gossips lash
Smiles polluted with false charm
I'm rucking
I'm fucking
Mother smiles she did it too
Oh, punting on the cam
Oh please do come they say
It's a slaughter, it's a slaughter
Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers
"Hello, dad!", "Hello, dad!"
Posers pose, pressmen flash, flash
Doctor's son a parson's daughter
Time has come again for slaughter
Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say
Locking on to Royal arms
