Two triangles for an eye
a nose has to fit
That orb for a pittance
the veiners stay pritt
To be as a gourde lye
then hold to a pose
What vineyard for crawling
night snot up your nose
Nationalities come
Nationalities grow
Where coffee's come
More nation's grow
To see them now
we feel they've left
What home for them
was far and blessed
So how can they
be coffee friend
To all our country's
hate at them
For leaving home
when we want too
For home a love
We stare at you
And some still know
that home is there
You can say they come
and fare
Though death for one
has you to aim
Your hate; your friend
you feel the same
When all who say
you're not alone
Know home for call
is there and own
What you will have
as loving ground
Of friend close by
and top of sound
To hear the heart
of he who says
I love you for
the ones I'm pressed
To be as home
where chairs will sit
On solid ground
with closeness pritt
On the subject of an unusual protest in Croydon on Thursday...
I woke up this morning
And had a bright idea
I’ll glue my **** to Debenhams
When I’ve had some beer
Then I’ll give the public
A big piece of my mind
Stick Dennis on my Menace
On the front of my behind
There’s nothing on the telly
And I like to have a shout
I’m the Talent Britain’s Got
Check my beaver out
Nothing much to see here
That’s big news to me
I’m the bargain of the day
Take me home for free
I met that Westwood woman once
I win hands down for style
Talk about the ex factor
I took the bloke on Kyle
Last week I did Poundland
I’m simply effing class
I’m the prat who with a Pritt Stick
Glued a window to her ****
by Gail
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