The Flight to Zurich: The Embezzler

There was another man going prematurely bald,
who said that to Wall Street his skill set had been called.
He seemed a rude fellow, cold and self-serving,
and in my opinion he was most undeserving,
to have even a penny to claim as his own,
yet he was rather wealthy as he often had shown.
Very early in the flight he had spent quite too much,
buying bottles of champagne and a steak he didn’t touch.
He was dressed in the finest of foreign made silk,
though he reeked rather strongly of what smelled like rotten milk.
He was joyous to say that he’d made off with our cash,
though at first I believed he was merely a flash.
I later discovered of his anger inspiring crimes,
he’d embezzled from charities so many times.
I felt most assured he’d secured his perdition,
but as for the present he’d escaped extradition.
Though he was very flashy and had money to spare,
he was a cheap man and he lived most unfair.
If I could I’d have moved but the seats were all full,
so I sat not far enough from him and heard all his bull.
I remember his name though I wish I’d forgotten,
it was Bernard Gerbitz and it even sounds rotten.