Business as usual (and a day)

"Worry of their fingers, keep an eye on their toes...

Sticky through your pocket they go like a dose of salts


From the bottom of the deck, dexterously oiling on wheels

Theirn sticky-tricky-fingers play no end of thundering steals...


Thunder steals?! Yous kidding naughty Knight?! (whatever... Grey, White)


Listen lad, chaps 'a told us loud and clear: "To quickly fix any mess,

We could deed a Hobson's choice: neither more, nor less.


That large-a-fine comes-handy-in with-a-denial of wrongdoing...

The whole nine yards won't fit the bill ...or will ye take a chance at suing?"


Hmm... The former idea takes to us just like a duck to water... 

Oh... itchy, still and all, naked on a shore, sits the sticky-fingers matter...


Ugh... how to move it off the floor while settling, too, a public score? 

Suppose we coin it into, what will do? A! The ubiquitous "neither nor" !...


Kings of the castle, Barons cavil a nail...

Quite some equestrians, too big to tail...


Yet, our scarce firing squads tout them cave that in, a pretty, liberal fine!

With a capital: Gee! Titles: (papers and TV) "Barons Brought In Line!"


Is not that fix a quick one? A snap close to an eye for an eye...?

And forbearance gentlefolks, the time jar will catch any fly...


Fairly folks, how high the odds to knock them off in front of the twelve?

The greater good itself sturdy itches for ...neither more dig nor delve... 


Bang the agreed bail in... A judge: "Inow safer to wine and dine...?"

Business as usual. Come rain or shine...


Worry not of their fingers, no more than of their toes...

Sticky'anew never-ever is how their reputation goes.