The Walkie Talkie sells for one point three
That’s billion pounds. A London tower block
With a crude design many chose to mock,
Towering above streets defiantly.
This “Fryscraper” reflecting light fiercely,
With charm quite impossible to unlock,
Bubbling paint on parked cars at twelve o’clock
Was soon re-branded the Walkie Scorchie.
But corporate investors from the East
Encouraged by the weakness of the pound
Saw only great beauty and not a beast
And hurried to purchase a bargain found.
Now China owns the vulgar creation
For money talks in this situation.