Verse.

The thrower of parties

The force of the lottery

I stand hale and hearty

With the pitch and the pottery

And when the times

Are none too frisky

I escape my crimes

And my business that’s risky

And win some attention

That’s more than flattering

More than dissension

More than mattering

And I make up my face

With a stiff upper lip

And slip my craze

Down a honey drip

And I answer the yearning

That waits within me

And fix the burning

With the draws that be

I try my bid as Adonis

Mystery of men and mine

And as an added extra bonus

I learn the truth of the Clubs Refined

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