Wednesday 7 December 2011

Mr Magpie

Chuckles and I
Often
Stroll
The Town

Drinking our way
Around the down and outs
All those vagrant lay
Abouts

We know them all
and will not pretend that
despite the dirt and smell
there's people

Under
This
Saddening
Wretched
Trend

Across
A
Calverly
Slipping
And
A
Sipping
We do
go

A Tennants for me
A
StrongBow
For
Yo!

Once we've had enough to drink
Or too

An
Argument
Should
Now Ensue

I
Think
We always kick up an almight
Stink

And we much prefer to
Shout
Than
Think

Then out of your eye
What doth Chuckles
See but a
Gulp
A
Charm
A
Murder
Or Magpies

And you do as you do
And salute
Them Birds
that Fly

And say

" Morning Mr Magpie"

Every time they catch your eye

But now we both Must
Go to see
Our
Wenches

The ones that make us groan
and Cry.

The little deaths
Petits Morts
Our Ladies
Of
Valkyrie
That
Give us sanctuary
From
Our
Parasitic
Lives

So Miss Bombatalie
And Chuckles the "Bum fluff" McStu
I wish the best of luck to
the both of You



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