Michul Jordan you’re Tagged Mate !
Wots all this
I sed to meself in me wurst Inglish accent
Gorblimmey and lummy
Gimme a pint uh tea
An a cup uh beer
Wots all this ere then
Gotta be a riddle dum dee dum didle
Nah scrap that wherez me giunt flippin rubber
Can’t make ed or tail
Aint no sense in it
Is there now
Mube Michul Jordan can fix it
Ez a man of cunnin wit
Oy there Michul !
Can ya see up the frog mate
An sawt this one aht
Will ya mate
Its got me bogged
Like waadaya gonna do fry ya ruddy brain
In fish n chips
Put on ya best whistle
Pick up ya pencil
And scribble uhs a bettuh poem than this
Evur that or tag sum uver poor git
Dump it in there lap
Yup
That’s wot I did
TAG… !?!? waz all that
Nah nah you got it all rong in Ingland
( the land of nu blessid langwig and the Queenz
propa spokin flippin Inglish )
We say “ad”
Yur ad
gotya mate
Michul Jordan
Yur “it”
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