Putin

Poem by Tom Lee

 

I’ve seen a chap called Putin

I’ve seen him dress like this

I’ve got one of his calendars

(I think he takes the ….mickey)

 

Don’t think I’d like to meet him

I think he looks quite bleak

I had this look, I was the first

I think he’s got a cheek

 

He copied me, of that I’m sure

The look should be my own

I wonder if he’s in the book

I might give him a phone

 

I’ll tell him that it’s copyright

And copy he must not

Perhaps, on second thoughts, I won’t

He might just have me shot.

 

 

Done