Insurance ain’t that different from lingerie,

in a funny kind of way.

It’s not incongruous, to find a confluence,

between crotchless pants and Hector Sants,

Chief of the FSA

An Underwriter assesses risks,

The under-wire prevents slipped discs.

And as the insurers scribble down their sums,

They wear a Teddy underneath.

Its not wrong to wear a thong,

While meeting clients in a pinstripe suit,

The top-brass brokers will take their ease,

In high boots and a chemise.

The boys at Norwich Union like to wear a G-string and a corset,

Though for the chaps at AIG,

A Negligee,

Before to work they set.

As for me my taste are quite simple and not that very wild,

In point my cleavage measures not much larger than a child.

However when I put up to clients

Each insurance quote,

I wear my silky striped red bloomers and my bolero coat.

You see in instances of high exposure,

Insurance and lingerie give confidence and composure,

Protected from the risks, whilst enjoying the riskee.

And while the City’s has its share,

Of grey folk, greed and moral bankruptcy,

Beneath the shirt and tie, one can often spy,

A life a little more saucy.