Bill Greenwell's the name, I'm on top of the game, I'm
The richer by £25.
Each week I write verses that summon up curses
From them as ain't done as I did.
I'm deft as a rhymer, it seems like a crime or
A shame to be good as I am;
I feel for the rest of you, even the best of you
Prefix my name with a "damn."
My meters are flawless; you'll find little solace
In looking for flab in my feet.
My language is funny, both witty and punny,
Informed by the slang of the street.
So shut up your crying and just keep on trying
To better the boy if you can.
Just open your Speccie, you'll have to cry, "Ecce
Bill Greenwell! Bill Greenwell's the man!"
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