The Lord (A tribute to Romney, sort of)
Upon a hill, on grassy lands,
there was a magnificent castle the color of sand.
And in the castle there lived a lord,
who said:”I shall be a justly lord!”
The lord dined on fine roast everyday,
on animals raised then hunted in May.
The lord’s finger flash with rings he hoard,
yet he said, :”I shall be a prudent lord!”
Money spent on the lord’s fine shoes,
money spent on drinks, the best rose dew.
Money spent on cars like Ford,
yet the lord still say:”I shall be a wise lord!”
The people are poor and starving,
the people are taxed for the lord’s things.
The people watch the lord’s carriage pass by,
as they hear the lord lies.
The lord own three cars,
the lord is wealthy,
the lord is out of touch,
and the country is unhealthy.
The people are poor,
hope does not soar,
so all I can say is–
the lord is not fit to be a lord!