™© s...
even if its starts with "lines"
in the sand (as per my poem to her more than two year'nago..)
coves
(that one: .... ok i gotto admit, the ultra homo, he was such an outlier
...as i woz tellin it just a night ago,
" Stewie... he had more than his helpin' hand
Heaven London nineteen eighties
indeed he coulda gone in and got a hundred leather hatclad
handjobs...
like the bloke outa why MC a...
and no there werent a load of BNP bovva boys waitin at the door
hatecrime them into the next county
me i would wander in with our little gang of
friends: Steweies turn for a night out -
his tendency
piles of poppas,
and their ultra disco beats...
wasnt fair, we, the ones without the right Glenn Hughes leatherman garb
we didnt even get a grope on the way in
mind, had anyone even touched my tush
fuck i wouldv been out there in a rush
And to quote the 'intelligent' Oggle " pronounced 'eye-ah-WAH-ska' "
puked all the way VERY cross up their Charring Road
rather unhappy that even now - like now twenny twenny five their palace of poppers is STILL goin' strong
seventeen hundred and
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
...... that was yestermorn
At mine, dawn...
And 'twill be finished sometime
soon.
But hark, the heraldin' angels sung
Whilst Gabe was bein born
what was The Line
It started with
As to make another poet, is a worthy time
spent
heraldin, somethin' even tougher than a so called
"warrior" Serb
indeed we need a new verb for a turn
coat, Imoan the magnificat, too born ' bred
for a silly boat, upon which to merely float
She....will.....DO!
She alone can save you all from the "lanyardistas" [™© ME]
The Oracle babes
The surfers playing Baywatch, waves
in their so so sexy vacant hair-
do
But what they lack, is..
irony
they can "hack" everything else so they say
But you caknee 'hack' the fuck owt
without, actual belly laughin' funnies
and a few ironic 'turns of phrase'
And the next, third year, which begineth tomorrow day
Will be the ... all the way
Rigt to work, if we must, rhythm:
