The stock broker's golden Andrex was being pulverised by tears and mucus
He Zoomed up his pals Mark-o, Paul-o, Dick-o, and Bill-o
"Why don't they care about us? Where are the claps for me chaps?"
"Don't worry Pete-o. They'll forget about the scum driving vans when this blows over"
Waves of sherry formed in his golden goblet as he quivered with rage