Lord Snooty Poem by Kelvin Rush

Historical gowns circus clowns
Dressed up with nowhere to go
Lord of the manner bought for a tanner
Desperate to go to the show

Political sleaze flows with the breeze
Has no real purpose or clout
As sticky as toffee horrible and spotty
Loves to scream and shout

Talking in rhymes to cover up the crimes
Working for the fascist state
Living in a box cunning as a fox
Sickly and slimy as a snake

Lying and pretending always condescending
Waiting for the royal invitation
When Lord Snooty is around
He's like a fat greedy hound
Grovelling in the mud in desperation