Whenever people hear me speak
They sometimes say I’m posh,
But my ancestral home is not antique
It’s an accusation I need to quash.
No privileged upbringing had I,
No wealthy relatives to spoil me
Home was one step above a sty
With not a single lacey doily
But despite my lowly start
Where riches were hardly fated
I turned out to be quite smart
As I learned to be educated.
Very smart and posh Kristian.
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Thanks Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome my friend
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Looking so James Bond there Kristian!
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LOl, Thanks Mel 🙂 I am waiting for their call in case they want me to take over from Daniel, but I won’t hold my breath 😉
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I agree about the Bond comment. Also, I think your last line is great!
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Haha, Thanks Chelsea. Hope all is well. I’ve just seen your Terrible Poetry Contest post, I think that will inspire me to have a go 🙂
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GREAT!
I’m just busy. I go through my Reader every year or so at this rate…
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