Lucky Escape
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I stood in the door way of this cinema town
A punch to my head and a fall to the ground
Staggered back up to my feet in a flash
A black tooth sheep herder stared back in a dash
Dressed like a tramp in wellington heel
The manure had a stench and litle appeal
I moved down the hill as another punch came out
Some traveller girls screamed and did shout
I turned in a temper a boot to his frame
Crumpled below but nothing would tame
Got up once again and I asked for the law
Came at me and dived I pucnhed his red jaw
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Then head locked this idiot and dragged him to toilet
A public amenity I just tried to foil it
Round by the sink and taps hit his head
and dragged him back out as the blood ran quite red
Then he cried solefully and said dont you know
A bag on his side he decided to show.
I said I knew not and you should not then fight
Medical care your mind had no sight
So finally said he may never be let
Drink in my Ma's bar in future he bet
Many years later this stranger was caught
Playing with sheep and a case it was sought
True story.
Copyright © Ian Foley | Year Posted 2012
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