Sporting Acquaintances

I watched old squatting Chimpanzee: he traced His painful patterns in the dirt: I saw Red-haired Ourang-utang, whimsical-faced, Chewing a sportsman's meditative straw: I'd met them years ago, and half-forgotten They'd come to grief (but how, I'd never heard, Poor beggars!); still, it seemed so rude and rotten To stand and gape at them with never a word. I ventured 'Ages since we met,' and tried My candid smile of friendship; no success. One scratched his hairy thigh, while t'other sighed And glanced away. I saw they liked me less Than when, on Epsom Downs, in cloudless weather, We backed The Tetrarch and got drunk together.