Kiss My Donkey

I will beat you black and blue and even add in purple too, I’d rather not be hurting you, have a chat and lager drink exchanging thoughts that we think end the night with breath that stink over toilets people kitchen sinks, next day saying oh what a night and it weren’t December or 63, the 23rd night of September it be, is this plagiarising lyrically you tell me, probably, possibly, twenty first not twenty three no today's the twenty fourth I'm still drunk like a dead horse did they copyright the copyright sign, a poem write with no thought in mind the winding road climbs decline no transportation walk the hill no chance mate not how I feel display a random writing skill tried to stop no brake or will no take a break rolling wheels strolling hills can't stay still a few minutes of the day now passed time to get up of my donkey Why did I write this stupid rhyme I’m just here killing time I don’t do crosswords or solitaire I just ramble on and go no where See you later hope that was fun If it weren’t write your own bloody one