The sisters, in unison

no we could not hang with you
beyond the city borders also known
in private as the english class system
even though we were ourselves
the children of refugees a fact
which we are more than happy to overlook
for the purposes of our family story

but you came from a lost and haunted tribe
you emerged let's face it from the hagside
where the finfunk gurgle in puddles of ancient murk
we'll own up to an atavistic fear of orphans
and although you had cheekbones to die for
plus a surprisingly large tallywacker
we always knew there was an expiry date
which your healthy bank balance could not outweigh
also your lack of social currency 

we said from the very beginning
this is an interlude, enjoy it while it lasts
and oh how it lasted
before we returned to our fragrant idyll
and reacquainted ourselves with the delights of
rural traditions such as cider and foxhunting
i hope life in the quagmire is treating you well
and you have traced your tadpole ancestry
back to the primeval ooze, joke joke

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yours/not yours the bellagio sisters