When I, good friends, was called to the bar, I'd an appetite fresh and hearty, But I was, as many young barristers are, An impecunious party.

a deep-seated tumour

And I'll continue doing it, but that guy seems to be outkissing me, judging from the number of beauty contests he has presided over!

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