PLUSH
The Executive beams
From plush Diethelm chair,
Table priced to match.
Cigar in the air,
Large.
I came for a drink,
To spin the past and let it sing.
The goodies spread:
Adelphi cakes, Bacardi rum,
Cheese cookies in the breeze
Of Collyer Quay.
His talk expanded,
That smile was monogrammed.
Yes, the poor chap,
Can't even change his car;
I've got a Volvo, by the way,
Sporty and good for girls...
We can't all win:
Some at the door,
Where guys like me come in.
Proud, uncouth, man,
Is this the tapper's son
Six years away from Jemaluang
Beneath this slim executive tan?
Edwin Thumboo
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