New pinstripes my frame adorn,
Cufflinks see the light of day,
Tranquility Tea calms me down,
A Routefinder print-out guides the way
to the big house on an old estate,
where I pass His Lordship's tests,
My life, my skills I must re-state,
Astonishingly I beat the rest
of the field, and return to lunch with His Grace
to find it's the wrong date,
Barely hiding my crimson face,
I quit this one-horse race and speculate
That working for the aristocracy
ain't the noblest course for me.
