-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.4 Oct 2004

Bestill your wobbling, sagging jowls:
Ne'er ever have I heard such bow'ls!
An Gentleman, of sound descent,
Would ne'er his poor sole torment
With brogueish cloggs of sullied leather,
Nor Wellingtons (save, in wet weather).
Sturdy shoes, though they may be,
An Gentleman's foot gets no reprieve:
So long as blood runs through his veins
He'll wear a brace of exquisite poulaines!