My Name’s Oliver

  That’s just me

  I’m just a short kid

  Called Twisty

  I may be a brat

  But I’m not a twat

  Although I do see

  you getting Fat

  In this world

  In which we live

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  Some people care

  Some people give

  Most do not

  It is a flaw

  The rich get richer

  while the poor stay poor

  A Childs adventure

  Has drawn to a close

  Adopted by a friend

  Hidden from his foes

  But there is just one thing

  None of you see

  And that’s his wit

  And how he beat thee

  In an orphanage in London

  Many people shunned him

  But now he’s turned 20

  He now has a plenty

  You see what he wants you to

  While he hides his second hand

  Machinations are afoot

  For the events he has planned

  This is the sequel

  A message from the underdog

  The Kids now a man

  And the spit needs a hog

  You won’t see him coming

  For he’s already here

  Tuck in your tails

  It’s time to fear

  For the pond is now his

  And big fish fare no better

  In the frying pan

  Greased with sizzling butter

  And at the pinnacle there he’ll be

  No longer poor

  For he has it all

  He needs no more

  And those humble upbringings

  He will remember

  For his will is now iron

  Born of a fiery temper

  Now he is king

  And all shall bow

  You reap what you sow

  And he sows with a plough