SHINE-ON-MY-SHOES
Spit and polish?
The girl was 'it'.
The polish, find,
to my spit.
I've a diploma
in English Lit.
Verbal intercourse
with a lovely-wit,
and then the sex.
Weren't we fit !
IT'S-THE-WEALTHY-MAN'S-HEADSTONE
What a very-fine stone
he has for his grave's head.
Glad I'm still alive, if poor,
while he's now rich and dead.
THE-LIVE-UP-TO-WHAT-YOU-WRITE-
VERSE-POEM
Esmerelda, ah Esmerelda,
princess of the soul, though a gypsy.
Esmerelda, ah Esmerelda,
above the mob, above the rulers of the city.
Fictional heroine who showed great pity,
if only some authors weren't bent by fictionality !
A-WEENY-GIRL-GROPER-
IS-NASTY-MR-GLITTER
Gary Glitter, there you are,
a faded and fallen pop-star.
Yes faded and jaded
idol of the teenies
you've a foul-fancy for the weenies.
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