The Lounge Lizard

I lounged on the white columns, people watching,
then chatted to the ladies, fawning till morning;
there was the librarian with bimbos on his shoulders,
I asked him: 'Are you still peddling trash to the masses?'
He said: 'Yes, are you still writing it?' Cheeky bastard.
It was an arty party with celebs floating around,
my knowledge of art was limited and someone said:
'You seem to be rather overwhelmed,' cheeky bastard.
I said: 'No, not at all, what do you know anyway?'
I brushed Yardley talcum powder from the fibres
of my midnight blue, silk mohair suit, wretched women;
my boss said: 'Ah, here comes the star of stage, screen
and radio, we must be paying you too much', no, they weren't;
someone said: 'They call it manners,' as I pushed in
to get my cream broulee, enough insults, cheeky bastard.