Strivers

Those days are over now, of course,
When he was Rupert's favoured chum:
Those dear days when Rebekah's horse
Perspired beneath his chubby bum.

When chillaxing was on his mind,
With Heythrop Hunt he used to dash
For sport, on days he couldn't find
A proper restaurant to trash.

But now it seems they broke the law,
Dismembered foxes in their holes.
He's told them many times before:
It's far more fun to hunt the proles.

Pongo Fitzbiffo