Ronald's New Mac Poem by Phil Ward

Ronald was flying on cloud nine,
He had the winning bid,
He always wanted a Burberry Mac,
Ever since he was a kid.

It was a long light brown one,
With buttons and a belt,
He imagined how he'd ware it,
How it looked and how it felt.

He left very positive feedback,
To the seller on the web,
And couldn't believe it was once owned,
By a famous TV celeb.

When it arrived he put it on,
It fitted like a glove,
He wore it to the cinema,
Where he was sure that he'd find love.

He walked towards two ladies,
Who were ambling down the street,
And opened up his Burberry Mac,
To give them both a treat.

You're nicked so come with us sir,
We've been looking for you, Ah ha,
We're escorting you back to our place,
Are you up for a Ménage à trios?