Plates Of Meat Poems - Poems about Plates Of Meat

...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. Cockn......

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...I was born within the sound of Bow bells in the east end of London, this makes me a true cockney, I own a cock and sparrow down by the shake and shiver, I sell april showers, I duke of kent my pope ......

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...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 s......

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...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 ......

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