Meticulously made
Self-indulgence dressed in plaid
Smoking pipes on resting Sundays
With the sharpest eyes
Of our yesterday’s
Music swinging between
Jazz and classical
For a man’s mind should only
Consume the fantastical
Something one can twirl his moustache too
No drooping eyes
Even if they’ve been up all night
Every day one shall wear a sheen of delight
One shall not drive Cadillac’s or porches
One shall be chauffeured in a Rolls Royce
And be terribly gay with the chauffeur boys!