Young persons tromping my green garden!
White knuckles uncurling, unleashing wild-eyed hounds.
Pretty blonde bank clerk miscounting!
Sharp quill to paper, writing 'til she's been sacked.
Hackney horse finds every pothole!
Cut-purse takes half a crown to cut from the fetlock down.
Paid the newspapers; they'll print I'm dead!
Now I'll be left alone. Now I'm free except........