Dude has a known name—
Once guffawed at the peasants.
He wasn’t the same
As the awful damn peasants.
The name is long;
It’s carried on
Since his family was strong. . .
Peerage lessened.

Now he holds out hand
With a mawkish look, kvetchin’
How he lost his land,
Which the law came for fetchin’.
Had wealth one day;
It went away.
The markets one shouldn’t play:
Here’s a lesson.

High once, now he’s down,
High. . .now on his knees,
High, then wealth departs,
Now he’s begging, “Please
Lend baksheesh!”

They closed the door. . .
Manse his no more.
Now he knows what it’s like poor,
Beerage peasant.

Dude had a known name—
Once sicced law on the peasants.
Now he’s just the same
As the awful damn peasants.
His face is long;
His pong is strong;
With old cronies, no belong.
Peerage [eva]nescent.