The Man'or Born
I always seem to get forlorn,
When watching gents from manor born.
Their big fast cars and flashy suits,
Arms all draped with girlies cute.
It doesn't seem to be quiet fair,
They always get the giants share.
But this for us is all for show,
Their riches now at price of woe.
Their lives in turmoil just like ours,
With shares and deals that some times sour.
So keep your riches, and your strife,
Co's you haven't really got a life.
© Copyright R.Shaw 2009
When watching gents from manor born.
Their big fast cars and flashy suits,
Arms all draped with girlies cute.
It doesn't seem to be quiet fair,
They always get the giants share.
But this for us is all for show,
Their riches now at price of woe.
Their lives in turmoil just like ours,
With shares and deals that some times sour.
So keep your riches, and your strife,
Co's you haven't really got a life.
© Copyright R.Shaw 2009
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