In Which an Accountant Chats Up a Nurse

The short straw in an amoretto's amarettos.
An oligopoly not euphemised properly.
Frank, metonym for short. Those stilettos
remind me how precarious the UK economy.

A plaudit for an audit is hard to find,
trapped as he is in Hegelian hegemony.
NS& I, for an aye we'll all be blind,
playing the big hand for Hogmany.

We've come far since the Duchess of Malfi.
Returning to a doctor's living room, I presume?
My spread sheets will never be your Farolfi.
Is that Eau des Merveilles perfume?

Cherchez l'orang-outan in this oratorio.
I eschewed Schultz to watch a newborn baby,
with bankrupt breaths, give in to polio.
Do I like jazz? No, not really.