Apr 152011
Destroy his vision at yer peril
Ye bunch o ignorant plebs
He’s mair money than the lot o ye
An aat includes ony media celebs
He thinks ye’ve gin aff yer heid
If ye turn doon his generous offers
We’ll nae survive withoot him
There’s nae money in city coffers
Neen o yer speil he wints ti hear
Aboot the green lungs o the city
Iss is aboot pittin lots o dosh
In his Acsef cronies kitty
A fine specimen o a roof gairden
Fae some architect wull be seen
The toon centre transformed says he
Fair sparkling in front o yer een
Faa‘s mou dis aa iss crap cum fae?
O aye yon millionaire mannie Widdie
Some think the billie a richt gweed chiel
Ti the rest he’s a bliddy diddie
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2011