OH MY! OH My! I must say,

Sir,
you are looking rather dashing today!
A gentleman, I do proclaim!

Fine shoes, bow tie, yes good-sir give a twirl with cane!

My do you look dashing today!

A bounce in your step, a clack of your boots;
attire so smashing, no other could suit.!

A smirk so proud!
And wits too match,

a monocle
and gold-chain attached.

Riches and wealth too you a plunder!

a look un-matched that can't be sundered!

Gloved hand on one hip those Judas lips,

back bent with pronounced tush on display;

My yes!

Yes!

Oh I must say!

You are looking rather dashing today!

Ello Govern‘a? Escaping from your maw,

a tip of your top hat and wave of your paw!

Whip of your tail,
a snap at the tip,
cunning lark upon your lips!

Ears flicker,
perk and pin,
you devilish bastard
looks of sin

Eyes reflect your acuteness I'll bet! and a silver-tongue too complete the set!

Yes I say! You to looking rather smashing today!


Foxy enough too hit the town!

CLASH! BANG! RITTLE-and-RATTLE your attire sounds!

Strut about leaving gold shoe prints round and round with a wink!

your teeth are nothing but platinum mint!

I’d hate to say it,

but how can I deny you have it made!

My word!

You look dashing today!

But oh dear it starts too rain..

Clothes so wet, itchy and plan.

Ah, but you have not a care in the world or what too wear!


But now I tip my hat too you,

Tootles!

Ta-ta!

Au revior!

And cheers!