Geoff

Geoff:
The hero of this tale is Geoff and you will soon see why,
A bowler hat upon his head and monocle in his eye!
He has no time to stop and speak, he’s really in a hurry,
‘Cause he’s a stockbroker you see, so all he does is worry!
He spends his days a’ trading, with Traders in New York,
He has no time to stop and think, he must bring in the pork!
One day when on his way to work, Geoff spied a protest mob,
They took one look at our friend Geoff and insults they did lob!
The took no issue with Geoff’s looks, but ‘cause he was a banker,
The mob decided this must mean he wasn’t very nice!
But the mob forgot one crucial fact, which I will now relate,
They stood behind our Geoff and work - and he was nearly late!
And so he gave a mighty roar and with one fluid motion,
He drew his gun and shot the lot without any emotion!
Geoff’s a hero I began, but it wasn’t truthfully,
For I was scared that, had I not, he might have well shot me!