Traditional Folk Poem No.1
I’ll take you out of this place
to an Island in time
away from the bright lights
sipping lager and lime
traditional – I’m thinking it’s one of Jeff’s….
Traditional Folk Poem #1
Sweaty Nocks
Sweaty Nocks
Sipping half, wearing skirts,
Trying to look fancy,
Shit chat, bunch of puffs,
Yes it’s Club Nancy.
G.E.T. ’51’
Smarmy Twat
Smarmy Twat
Punctures are a hazard when cycling
The other day I got one from a thorn
I had to walk ten miles home
So even my stump was worn.
G.E.T. ’79’
Tittz
Tittz
I found a fiver
Down sniffers den
Drunk all afternoon
Got drunk again
G.E.T. ‘Lost’