£End.

At the private viewing we widdled
we twired and we swithered, gimballed
and planked and dithered.

We sold the town hall while shocking
the new mouths of Yare and carefully,
eschewing, the less than Bohemian

Visitors, who came, mewing:
"Mental Elf, the doctors" and time
that they have been doing

While Shorn behind the camera frowns
at the tittle tattle and riff raffle
sure to let us (and the brand) down

In The End.