Boxing Clever

Guy I know drags a bone by string

Said it used to be his scrag end

Until protein pirates ate his bling

They are way becoming a trend

People chewing on leather laces

No sustenance in such footage

A casey football from over the terraces

Too dubbined such our luck is

An Ice cream van got waylaid

the driver all alone

The intrepid band who preyed

Had no respect for his cone

We are living in desperation

Where the teeth barons abound

They will offer you a fortune

Each silver filling a pound

We pray to the national lottery

And the mystic down the town

Have you ever seen such a coterie

where frauds and liars abound

No assured three score and ten

Zimmers left for scrap

No tai chi, aerobics or any zen

Can spring this trap

The only comfort, and solace

A modicum, a kernel

Is that at least the gentry still pot a brace

So hope springs eternal.