Bott Poems - Poems about Bott

...For Ian Diddams and my Dad So what’s the crack with rugby? My father used to play He’d come home with an injury Every other day My mother used to worry He was quite deaf to her fears Her fut......

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...Jan, Mystic and Casarah Been letting it rip The smell woke the poor dog From his afternoon kip Looking very guilty he smelt his bott Looked at me as much to say Wasn't me dropped that lot M......

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...What comes to mine for Abrupt forbidden Laughter joy high Finding Drun......

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