Les Guys!

Tale of twins; one is Nathaniel, The other, his brother named Daniel! Where e’er they did go, They sure stole the show… With ears like a cocker spaniel! Now for a chappie named Norman… With important job as works foreman! But sadly, gadzooks! He fiddled the books… And ended up as a doorman! Sophisticated fellow named Tom… Epitome of the greatest aplomb! But he damaged his status, With dinnertime flatus, Which sounded like exploding bomb! Sorry saga of red-blooded Bob, Recounted with involuntary sob! Suddenly tired… His voema expired… As he fell asleep on the job! Story in next stanza has legal flavour… One which many lawyers do savour! Author not me, But as you will see… To retell it I will not waver! There was a bounder named Rex, Who was underendowed as to sex! When charged with exposure, He said with composure… De minimis non curat lex!* *The law is not concerned with trifles.