We wonder sometimes how to connect and understand. Maybe it is only those who can afford the least that connect the most.
Lady Awfully Grand
Has an invite to the ball
She has it on the fireplace
Where the candelabra stand
Near the aspidistra tall
Beneath the mirror for her face
The crest and golden words
Shine out for all to read
As befitting her importance
She clearly hasn't heard
Of charitable greed
That parasites inheritance
The invite is her pass
To the inner circle crowd
Of ladies who do good
The charitable class
Who tend to talk too loud
Who are rarely understood
Throwing family money
Into silver service lotto
Before carriages at three
Like social bees to honey
They drip out rather blotto
And giggle home for tea
Where does the money go?
They haven't got a clue
And neither do they care
Why should they want to know
It's just a social do
Where the sycophantic stare
My mother used to give
And now I do it too
The charity donation
Is the social way to live
Our blood is flowing blue
It's a cultural celebration
Just look where I live
In cultural W 1
We overlook the park
There's always more to give
Charity's such fun
Our life is such a lark
Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-02-10 at 02:15
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Lady Awfully Grand
Lady Awfully Grand
Has an invite to the ball
She has it on the fireplace
Where the candelabra stand
Near the aspidistra tall
Beneath the mirror for her face
The crest and golden words
Shine out for all to read
As befitting her importance
She clearly hasn't heard
Of charitable greed
That parasites inheritance
The invite is her pass
To the inner circle crowd
Of ladies who do good
The charitable class
Who tend to talk too loud
Who are rarely understood
Throwing family money
Into silver service lotto
Before carriages at three
Like social bees to honey
They drip out rather blotto
And giggle home for tea
Where does the money go?
They haven't got a clue
And neither do they care
Why should they want to know
It's just a social do
Where the sycophantic stare
My mother used to give
And now I do it too
The charity donation
Is the social way to live
Our blood is flowing blue
It's a cultural celebration
Just look where I live
In cultural W 1
We overlook the park
There's always more to give
Charity's such fun
Our life is such a lark
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 460 times
Written on 2012-02-10 at 02:15
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