Morem Thanus

Toast : Morem thanus  unum needum

The cold East wind drove the hard sleet fat against the stable wall.<
Huddled in a closed confined recess – a wet band of ne’er do wells:

His Most Worshipful The High Commissioner For Financial Irregularities
Her Most holy honourable Very Very Important Chief Executive of Fiscal FlatteryLords and Ladies of Ignoble birth
The extremely unimaginably venerated divine Very Very Reverend Lord Viscount Doctor Proctor
and at his rear,
The androgynous Dame of inestimable charmlessness and obliquenessThe Lionised and most Masterful of Masters Monseignor Mandy and Partner.
Together in the darkly lit inner sanctum, they sat haunched; deep in silent contemplation
Mother Mandy , knees touching, hands clasped, sat stone-faced
Brother Blurr held tightly on to his fat suitcase
Briar  Fox,head lowered in prayer ; his eyes tight shut; visibly trembling.
Sister Solipsis was the first to speak and started reciting the 10 arch-commandments

Thou shalt not be seen when in flagrante delicto.
Thou shall not covet thy neighbour’s ass ;whip it!
Honour thy DNA that thy days may be long upon the yacht that the Lord thy Gosh giveth thee.
Thou shalt  not bear false witness   Except to save thine own skin.
Thou shall not kill Unless the enemy is a wog ,helpless and directly below thee in thine sights and can not fight back!
Thou shall not steal(there was a titter from Mandy)
Thou shall not be caught out (How they had transgressed on that one!)
Honour thy banker and thy money that thy  days  may be long upon the Board that the Lord thy Greed giveth thee.
Remember to keep wholly everything that thou acquireth  through thine Machiavellian financial undertakings.

The air was fetid with Kant !