Oh wow, I am hot for a florin,
Or a flash of some old-fashioned sterling:
I fancy an E-Day
Like baths in a bidet.
A tanner can keep my toes curling.
I'm frisky for feet, not for metres;
A clinch needs an inch, or a shilling.
The euro, though handy,
Does not make me randy.
A rod, pole or perch is more thrilling.
Doctor Hague, this is vaguely exciting,
Repeat me that bushel-and-peck trick:
Your Emu, old Tony,
Doesn't tickle my yoni,
But my spine finds your pound-sign electric.
