Jonathan Davis Poet Rhyme

Nasty Pasty

So I sat downstairs
I tried to eat a pasty

She started screaming and shouting
Really getting quite nasty

Sat there for a minute, tried to let it go in
Now all I wanted to do was put the pasty in the bin

As she carried on giving the verbal abuse
It seemed to me, the only option was a noose

All of this started, it started for a reason
All of it because I had commited high treason

So I stand here today and look at my past
Crystal clear to me now, it was not meant to last

It appears I've been, really quite nasty
From now on in I'll just sit and eat a pasty

To all of the men, there are sirens out there
Don't look in their eyes, don't let them flick their hair

I've a bit of advice, it's entirely upto you
Though it may just stop, your head turning to goo

You could just think that I'm being rather nasty

Trust me, don't think

Just sit and eat your pasty

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