Oh Tiberius
Drinking your clean thousand dollar whiskey.
Boasting class your voice box, catnip frisky.
Bragging from your beard getting poxy and lippy.
The barman looked up hopeful of a tip.
Though tiberius´ fat fingers formed the bird doing a flip.
His cigar tipped sending ash and a little ember into
the barman´s face.
A good few pounds of snobbery, false chivalry.
Like a senile priest he rants and raves.
Short fat glass jingling bravely with ice and the
remains of his drab of dram.
Tibby you dream of commanding the old boys slam club.
With cloaks and clandestine rituals that entice you chub!
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