Just For You Poetry

I'm Filthy rich and flashy
Better far than all you scrotes
I made some paper mache'
With a million ten pound notes

Portrays a simple working bloke
The like's I never met
I'll have to let the paper soak
He's called 'Conserviette'

His eyes of Lapiz Lazuli
His lips of ruby red
Teardrop diamonds that he'll cry
A crown adorns his head

I've modeled him in poignant pose
Outside the DSS
And in his hand, a lovely rose
His loveliness to stress

For this is how I see the poor
The rest is just a myth
The sculptor is that rampant bore
Called Ian 'something' Smith

Oh Yeah - -- thou has made it again and left my lips smiling mine Sire.............. ha ha you can cleverly rhyme anything you can Steve. I am voting for this - - top marks again.