Poetry – Page 2 – The Crawling Chaos

Tittz

Tittz I found a fiver Down sniffers den Drunk all afternoon Got drunk again G.E.T. ‘Lost’

Strangely January 30, 2018 0

Balls

Balls I’ve been called a knacker I’ve been called a queer But I prefer the latter Cos it rhymes with beer G.E.T. ‘smashed’

G.E.T. January 30, 2018 0

This is a little ditty for writing on birthday cards, etc. Spring is in the air and grass covering the ground But there’s nothing quite like finding five pound But I haven’t found one, which is a bit unpleasant Which is a good enough reason, for not sending you a present. N. Tyion ’81

G.E.T. January 30, 2018 0

Mmmm… Remember Seghill Girls?

I was sitting in this pub And a man was sucking tripe When he’d finished that He started sucking on his pipe I thought funny looking sucker Fingers stained with baccy I bet that owld cunt’s arse Is really fuckin hacky

G.E.T. January 30, 2018 0