It nearly broke the family's heart
When
Lady Jane became a tart.
But
blood is blood and race is race,
And
so to save the family's
face
They
bought for her an expensive boat
On the shady side of Germain Street.
It was not long before our Jane
With her patrician grace could claim
A clientele of sahibs pukkah
Who regularly
called to fuck her.
And,
tis said, though without malice,
She had a boyfriend at the palace.
It did
not please the family more
When Lady
Anne became a whore,
But they could not do the
same
As they h ad done
for
Lady Jane
They bought for her a Mayfair flat
With 'Welcome' written on the mat.
No prick in her could seek an entry
Unless it came from landed gentry;
No balls could nestle in her charms
Unless they bore a coat of arms.
And, before the sun had set,
She'd
worked her
way
right through Debrett.
It did not take the
family's fancy
When Lord DeVere
became a Nancy,
And so in order to protect him
They had inscribed above his rectum:
“All other ranks must travel steerage.
This passage is reserved for peerage."