Her fashion was classy, patrician, <br />But she spoke in a tone from the streets. <br />Her car was the latest large Lexus <br />With leopardskin covers on seats. <br /> <br />Her drink was Martini - so dry, <br />Which she sipped real slow at the bar. <br />Then she filled out her Rizla roll paper <br />With fag ends from out of a jar. <br /> <br />She loved caviar, lobster, rare steak, <br />Which she ate with fine sauces - by gum! <br />Her undoing was when she was hungry - <br />She would eat them all out of a bun! <br /> <br />She lived in a mansion real grand, <br />With servants, with waiters real cool. <br />But she kept all the coal for the fire <br />In her marbled, indoor swimming pool! <br /> <br />Her fashion was classy, patrician <br />But her language was so indiscreet. <br />I bet that you know her real well, <br />For there's one of her down every street!<br /><br />Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-so-classy-lassy/
