Feet of Clay

I had heard about feet of clay And guessed I would see them some day Or, perhaps, had along the way: A bloke loved but more loved play, The dead idle eyeing fat pay... Then, I heard "Get the kitchen's tray" For Jimmy I knew liked to play And sometimes took it up to fray, To that way go on until gray... And Jim began a donkey's bray, In his heart beginning to pray His master might something else say... The Admired had self kept at bay To long hours of fun no 'Nay'. One who had oneself led astray; When the sun gone made hay... Yet, it follows not feet of clay Shall in the end Destiny slay.