DEDICATION 

By the Urban Poet

To the posh gents

In their beer tents

And the champagne Charlie's 

In the Barmy Army

    Guarding the wicket

Whilst playing cricket

Not playing the field

'Cos it feels surreal

    To the footie fans

And the white van man

Flogging Stella by the crate 

As he circulates

Among the rabble rousers

In their council houses

    To the bold ghost writer

And the tight fisted shyster

Who would cheat his own mother

If it wasn't for his brother 

Who cared about his Mater

But hated his Pater

    To the artistic poet

Who thought he'd blown it

When the toffs were not impressed 

'Cos he was politically incorrect

    To all the young boy racers

And their track pacemakers

When they rev up their engines

Playing dungeons and dragons

As they wind up the wagons

On a road to nowhere man

    To the rich and famous

And the poor and blameless

Who have got no money

To go anywhere sunny

Like Monte Carlo 

With the likes Gary Barlow

    To the poets and artists

Who work shops and markets

To the high street busker

Who could hardly muster

A modicum of interest

At a Coroners inquest 

    So I dedicate this poem

  Yes that's right I'm going

     Now I've finished these verses

       You can open yours purses

           Tip your money in the hat

                And that's the end of that!

From the book ‘100 More Reasons for Rhyme’ by ‘Rick’  Varden