When the hoovering is done, And the Byron Soc. That will be ere the end of term. Upon the Isis. There to meet with Macbreath. A fanfare of sackbuts.
Attendants fester humbly and obsequiously behind.
Ay, it is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Your ample belly, round as yon Radcliffe Cupola, and near as massy, proclaims You a steward of high estate. Belies your vocation of servitude, Will minister to us. Ay, Danny, if I can, for my goodly wife and me is Expecting our seventeeth kid any Time now. Also, what with United trying To stay up and the snooker on the telly, It might be a bit difficult, like.