Her fashion was classy, patrician,
But she spoke in a tone from the streets.
Her car was the latest large Lexus
With leopardskin covers on seats.

Her drink was Martini - so dry,
Which she sipped real slow at the bar.
Then she filled out her Rizla roll paper
With fag ends from out of a jar.

She loved caviar, lobster, rare steak,
Which she ate with fine sauces - by gum!
Her undoing was when she was hungry -
She would eat them all out of a bun!

She lived in a mansion real grand,
With servants, with waiters real cool.
But she kept all the coal for the fire
In her marbled, indoor swimming pool!

Her fashion was classy, patrician
But her language was so indiscreet.
I bet that you know her real well,
For there's one of her down every street!

Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk

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