He hath a great big head Enflam'd by death and glory, And always he hath been known To elaborate a story. Invit'd to a lunch With two old childhood friends Alas! 'Tis his family With whom his time he spends. An opportunity for tweed, Spurned for Sunday roast. No drink, no food nor fanny Can make up for his boasts. So 'tis with heavy heart Our Sunday, I suspect, Will be spent without our missing friend: The big headed hemasex.