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
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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