Ethle-Red
beware the tread of ethel-red,
a comic an a seer,
he'll slice off ya blood-less head,
sa dinna interfere.
or something quite as *****,
will stop ya suckin beer,
ya be dead,
god strike me Fred
to never live in fear...
ahead!
then there came the fiery one,
red headed rancid Reeta,
she threw hot coals into his bed,
an flew on him the cheater,
they wrestled and they fought like dogs,
but she was fierce with anger,
the smoke n fire did billow, fog,
burning flesh ere the manger,
so they sprang into the icy sea,
made love till they were soggled,
Odin looking down, with a tiny frown,
dubbed em hairy Gog n Magoggle
re Russell Sivey 'Traditions'
crap sometimes comes to me ....Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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