You rush on by,

in your pinstripe suit;

look down on me,

nose, cock-a-snoot.

Do you know,

who I really am?

I am richer,

than any man.

You may have millions,

stashed away,

some off-shore bank,

for a rainy day.

But take a look,

closely examine,

open up you heart,

what lies within?

I may not have money,

to match your wealth,

but I do have love,

and that’s something else!

For all your riches,

stocks and shares,

I live my life,

with no worries, or cares.

© Cock-a-Snoot 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

You rang m’lord (Photo credit: venturout)