Baron Bernards Bills.
Bertie the butler berated the baron
About bills so belated they were barely surviving
Bill, the bald barman, is begging for payment
For the Bordeaux and Beaujolais you are imbibing.
Bernard the baron said, Bugger the bar-bill.
You brag about brawny bulls born in your barnyard
The barley and hay-bales, beast in the byre
But the beef in the basement belongs to the butcher
No more bread from the baker or boys we can hire.
Bernard brooded, Bertie, blast it were broke.
You book bags of bets on the backs of brash boxers
Who bash each others brains in booths in the bars.
On benders you go with buddies just as brainless
Buy bag of bones horses and broken down cars.
Bernard just bawled, The bar for a beer.
Then Bob, the bold bailiff, brought Bernard to Brixton
No broads booked in his bedroom, just a bed and a bin.
No betting with bookies or backslapping bounders.
The only bars were the barrier that barred Bernard in.
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Bertie the butler berated the baron
About bills so belated they were barely surviving
Bill, the bald barman, is begging for payment
For the Bordeaux and Beaujolais you are imbibing.
Bernard the baron said, Bugger the bar-bill.
You brag about brawny bulls born in your barnyard
The barley and hay-bales, beast in the byre
But the beef in the basement belongs to the butcher
No more bread from the baker or boys we can hire.
Bernard brooded, Bertie, blast it were broke.
You book bags of bets on the backs of brash boxers
Who bash each others brains in booths in the bars.
On benders you go with buddies just as brainless
Buy bag of bones horses and broken down cars.
Bernard just bawled, The bar for a beer.
Then Bob, the bold bailiff, brought Bernard to Brixton
No broads booked in his bedroom, just a bed and a bin.
No betting with bookies or backslapping bounders.
The only bars were the barrier that barred Bernard in.
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Growing old gracefully is O.K. but growing old disgracefully is much more fun.
