A Gentlemen’s Discussion

“Punjabi’s are best,” spoke Smythe with a grin,
As arose from the chair to replenish his gin.
“Upon that point, I must full disagree,”
Announced Carruthers, sipping cold lemon tea.
“Here, here! “ cried Stevens, lighting up a briar pipe,
Then giving his nose a dutiful wipe,
“What of Bengalis, what of the Sikhs,
What of the Tamils, whom nobody speaks ?”
“Ah ha,” called Blenkinsop, the Club’s freshest scion,
“My Grandpa used Matabele whe out hunting lion.”
“Quiet !” shouted Jennings, “Back to thy orange fizz,
For unqualified is your comment in this adult quiz,”
As upright he sat, from hitching his socks,
Adding “A Bantu’s okay, but for gavial or crocks.
So I say we stick to what’s proven and tried,
The results of our last jaunt cannot be denied;
Remember that Andaman we’ve used of late,
No better than he, as live tiger bait.”