he sipped his aperitif, as the soiree wore on,
because it was the soigne thing to do
"my pensee du jour" he started
with faux naivitee,
"is that my metier manque
was definitely not les objets trouvees"
"dumpkopf" his hostess exclaimed
without a little schednfreude,
"dont blitz us with your sub-freudian
"nein, nein, mein libher herr"
he retorted, "lets have some chai, and improve our karma"
"you complete anorak", commented his older brother, mycroft.