Bankers

I cannot think of what to rhyme with bankers
That I can publish. They are all such rogues!
If they were squaddies they'd all be on jankers
With bulled up boots instead of city brogues.

They take our cash but pay the lowest interest,
Then take their bonuses. It's so obscene.
There cannot be a heart within their pale breast,
It raises to the heights my angry spleen.

In future I will take my cash and spend it,
That way I'll get its value while I can.
I'll never ever more decide to lend it
To a cheating, greedy, breed of banker man!