Jellied eels and pie n mash.
East London Fair, and that’s a fact.
The Dockers hands, and the pearly kings.
Their romance gone, the truth it stings.
The Bow Bells ring, they sound out loud.
Cockney chests, they puff out proud.
Not much left of old world London town.
Inside office blocks our city drowns.
The rhyming slang, used to confound.
It hid the truth, of lies abound.
The gifted few, they understood.
They kept those coppers under hood.
Up the Apples and pears, mind your plates of meat.
Meant up the stairs and watch your feet.
The law never knew, they couldn’t make it out.
We watched their faces and saw their doubt.
The slang we used was not just for fun.
It kept us on our toes, not on the run.
Old London's gone it has changed its face.
For better or worse it's now a different place.
We've had the rough. We've had the smooth.
This place has changed, with times it's moved.
Like or not this is London Town.
The times have changed, but she'll not let you down.
She'll take you in, she'll hold you tight.
Embrace her heart, enjoy the light.
Why oh why is my life so cursed?
I have big feet, there's nothing worse.
Never in shops do they have my fit
I feel like a right misfit.
The assistants all just roll their eyes,
"Sorry we don't stock that size."
Online I search a specialist store,
Their shoes are a real eyesore.
How I long for small, dainty feet,
Not my own great plates of meat.
Clowns get jealous if my shoes are red,
So I always wear dark shoes instead.
I can never share my shoes with friends,
Unless of course my friends are men!
One size slippers do not fit all,
Unless of course your feet are small.
And women's feet are not one width
I'm telling you it's all a myth.
I will never be a Cinderella,
Yet big feet are boastful on a fella.
On tiptoe I'm a whole foot taller
But how I wish my feet were smaller.
I'm really not an abnormal freak
And apparently I'll live longer with my Big Feet!
Trying so hard to get some shoes for a very special occasion. As I tried on some that were too small today the little girl I look after said, "Oh you are like the ugly sisters!" Out of the mouths of babes!
My shoes contain two huge ‘plates of meat’ -
That’s cockney rhyming slang for my feet
My shoes can smell like ripe cheese -
Especially in a hot breeze
Without shoes feet would not be complete!
I like wearing shoes made from black leather
They keep feet dry in inclement weather
Daisy cow no longer moos -
Her hide was used for my shoes
My shoes not hers now walk in the heather!
My shoes contest
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