Unfairlines.
There's rip-offs and slip-ups and fiddles
They keep working their hi-diddle diddles
They're growing so fat
They must soon come down splat
And who do you think's in the middle
When you scrunch in a measly 10 inches
Of well-used, un-padded squinches
'The customer's right'
Sounds such a great shight
A jockey'd lose weight in the clinches