The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 142 Poem by Flying Lemming

I’m the lord of the manor, the guy in charge
I can handle any problem be it small or large
I am trendy and with it and covered with street cred
Of all the bad boys on the street I always get ahead
I have a natural instinct for poise, grace and style
My very own kind of cool stands out a mile
I cruise the scene check out the chicks I find in the town
Many try to out gun me but never get me down
The ladies all come after me, they have to join the queue
I’m the coolest of the cool, leader of the jet set crew
I will wander round my patch acting wise and great
That is if my mum will let me stay out late