Sunday, 28 June 2015

The Manor Born

Jon a fine equestrian
Sits high upon his horse
A man of much inheritance
Of lineage of course

Not ever glad to suffer fools
Or those beneath his gaze
Woe to them of sad coincidence
Who bestow on Jon much praise

The lottery of happenstance
Fertile ocean mudded puddle
Where a hope of wealth creation
Imbues a place where you befuddle

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