To the Times Rich List

by | Jun 4, 2011 | Poetry | 0 comments

I want to be adopted.
I need to have new parents
With buckets full of money
To buy me lots of presents.
They’ll leave me all their assets
And when I’ve paid the tax
I’ll still be left with millions
And then I can relax.
I’ve written an advertisement,
It’s ready for despatch.
Anyone would want me,
I’m such a perfect catch.
Don’t mind about your colour
Or sexuality,
Don’t even have to meet you;
Just give it all to me.
It will give you happiness
To see me having fun
And I will send you birthday cards,
With love, your darling son.


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