The City

Business men with awkward hips

And dirty jokes upon their lips,

And large behinds and jingling chains,

And riddled teeth and riddling brains,

And plump white fingers made to curl

Round some anaemic city girl,

And so lend colour to the lives

And old suspicions of their wives.

Young men who wear on office stools

The ties of minor public schools,

Each learning how to be a sinner

And tell “a good one” after dinner,

And so discover it is rather

Fun to go one more than father.

But father, son and clerk join up

To talk about the Football Cup.