THE MAN HAD A TASTE FOR CHIPPENDALE CHAIRS
What sense this missionary posturing?
Desirous of a throne
That sets the stage
For all the rage
To plot ploy and then upstage?
His Ah! Ah'ness! Had a taste for Chippendale Chairs
A royal crust is he
Who's fine
A connoisseur, no doubt
As he prefers to recline
With a damsel in mind
While dining on truffles
And imbibing claret wine
He had a taste for Chippendale chairs
Prick Pricky theatrics
With a hint of spermsposa
His appendage to reclaim
A prodigy for fame
The man had a taste for Chippendale chairs
In England, tapestry a snob appeal
With elegance designed
Woven to be chic
As it graces a frame with a flick
Basking in whims that trim
O Yes! The man had a taste for Chippendale chairs
Now King George, the late madhatter
Played succinct in nauseous matter
Neither expiated, placated,
Nor abdicated
He had a taste for Chippendale chairs
His symphony in musicology
An adagio a repertoire in pomposity
Bent! Bent! on tilltilating
Triumphantly scintillating
A Male perfumery activated
When he placed his tush upon the cush
The man had a taste for Chippendale chairs.
