While we turn,
for Everton,
we drink tea,
for City!
Category: Poetry
In the world of the Parliament,
and in the business of amendments,
they can buy time,
with a measly dime.
Dancing in the night,
in that sexy tight,
but watch out for the knights,
because they’re uptight
Money, my honey,
buys you a pony,
and if you’re lucky,
it’ll buy you a lackey.
Oh singing bird,
please let me sleep,
anymore I would leap,
to throw you some turd.