Canto CCCXII

I’ve spent decades trying to decode
that infamous ambassador’s reception,
whether Ferrero Roche was a code

for all the nobs to retire for a session
of inter gender sodomy next door
or whether the nineties recession

had hit the higher up, so the butler
was sent down to the supermarket?
Or maybe our noble ambassador

was just a cheap and miserly bastard
who knew the sycophants would feign their glee
as long as all the garage chocs were clustered

in pyramid fashion on a silver tray?

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jul 17, 2012 @ 09:28:40

    In so many words I think you are trying to say that this ad is a load of pretentious drivel.

    Reply

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