| I once met Mr. Market at his fast-food. Soon enough he acquainted me to Mr. Ecstasy (Mr. E). We bonded like brothers...
One night, when whiling a dinner away at the Neverlands, Mr. E said to me (quite out of the blue...): "Oh! There comes my running valentine... Like Moon and Sun are we ...". Splitting no more hairs he vanished into thin air... I greeted alone the ravishing lady: "Miss Agony..." said she, introducing herself...
Sparing words she ate my lobster, sipped my champagne, right there cleaned the table. I stepped up to the plate, paid the bill and walked away in the dead of night. I left town for a while...
Upon my return, Mr. Market greeted with open arms and brought to pass an invitation for free lunch at the Neverlands, to catch on with the chaps, the new feeding trends and all that ....
I touched on my scars ... :"I beg your pardon, Sir. The old heave-ho to trends, chaps and to Neverlands. I just cook my own meals now... all boiled down oysters."
He then said: "Within rights, within rights.... By all means, help yourself! I may tip your hand to the crowd, though. Got to go..."
"Lads, hear, hear! Hush, hush,
The next big think, you knows!..."
"... Lobsters ..."