Marko Priestly

here is the long-awaited (yeah right) poem about my good friend, Marko Priestly:

His name is Marko Priestly
and he really isn't greasy
He lives in a house that is pink
and yes, it really does stink
His name is Marko
but he's not that great at polo
His name is Marko Priestly
now wasn't that easy

Marko has a sister
I don't think she knows how to whisper
Her name is Anna
She played a song with Susanna
Anna is Marko's sister
Now don't waste your life mister