Not Posh

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.