Skidrow
all the world is busy and bustling
to earn a quid with a little hustling
i'm on the row,they call skid
pondering on how to earn a few quid
i've never really had hard luck with money!
somehow something always turns up it's quite funny
but even after so many years
i still worry and fret and end up in tears
but i know that i will never starve
for i have a money-making other half
he always adds rhythm to my rhyme
as he turns up with dough at just the right time
and when i'm in utter dispair
i turn around and he's standing there.
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