How it deranges the stalwarts albinos
from hither and thither wrestling pale apoplexies
on the loose sails the Standard bearer
never one held as cargo for the auctioneers block
see but a singular scholar of distinction
unfolded not in cotton or cane bushes in sweated bow
rather resplendent sublime self ownership
disdainful of ****** wanton lures in porcelain thighs
not in ***** dens nor in hands with knaves
unknown at ale houses chasing demons in fire water
neither seen at toss and turn for a quick buck
a paragon worthy from the high table of the landed
in inherent grace and noble favour
thus to all hicks and serfs the anomaly of our woes
and raging curse of our discontents
in envy they toil as they languish perdition and strife
a moor with more than the wretches
come bear arms heathens and conquer this nightmare
we are the harlequins of animal farm
hahaha  hahaha  hahaha