Mr. Cruel Globe

There once was a man they called "Lee,"

A victim of great poverty,

With no fixed abode,

He just sat on the road,

And cried out "Oh God, why me?"

There once was a girl called "Vicky,"

Who found fitting in quite tricky,

She'd wander back home,

Feeling oh-so-alone,

Then drown her sorrows in whiskey.

There once was a young boy called "Jamie,"

Whose parents would argue daily,

Most nights he would hide,

With his eyes left undried,

And comfort his sister called "Amy."

There once was a girl called "Maria,"

Who was trapped in the war inside Syria,

She hid and she wept,

And then slumbered and slept,

Dreaming dreams of a faraway area.

I present to you Mr. Cruel Globe,

Who so hurts my temporal lobe,

Jamie plus Lee,

Maria and Vicky,

ALL victims of Mr. Cruel Globe!