Written by: Charles Henderson

Alas,  me dove
the Arish roots I love
Hae dwindled to spindley cobwebs
hanging from me name even.
There’s no love sounded in Stephen.
So be dog wide when you say it laddie
or a knuckle sandwich is your due.
There now, I have said it, so I have
without the flags you lads wave.
Give me Steph or none atall.
With no fecking laugh when you call
or I’ll be shuttin’ your cake hole
‘tll youse know how to be behavin’.
So wind your neck in.

Fecking-mild oath like --darn
Nov 29 2012 cghjr ©