Best Midlands Poems

TRENCHANT WENCH FROM THE UNROMANTIC MIDLANDS


In the pub, I serve out the pints
My comely bosom gives a hint of home
And what men are escaping from – dreary sex
With housewives who scour the sink with vigour

Trim the joint and lard the fowl
Gristles of fat clinging to...

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So sorry to see you go Mo

Tally ho & bravo but must let you know

Not being weird...you had a bigger beard 

Face more hirsute to boot than even WG Grace.


Gleaming beaming grin..streaming through thick and thin...

Joker scheming and memeing of jolly japes in manic scrapes...

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