I’ve got a brand new packet of Tom Thumb
I’ve journey’d into space with me mum
and a packet of danish cookies too
I borrowed Jeff’s bike to kill myself on
and gave Hol a backa to the shops
Up, up, and away to the toilet
the five thousand flew
after they had watched the news
and had their pies and peas
with tea and bread
by FLAMBARD D’QUINCETETH.
Originally posted here, 7th July 2008.
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….
Sipping half, wearing skirts,
Trying to look fancy,
Shit chat, bunch of puffs,
Yes it’s Club Nancy.