Alas, me dove
the Arish roots I love
Hae dwindled to spindley cobwebs
hanging from me name even.
There’s no love sounded in Stephen.
So be dog wide when you say it laddie
or a knuckle sandwich is your due.
There now, I have said it, so I have
without the flags you lads wave.
Give me Steph or none atall.
With no fecking laugh when you call
or I’ll be shuttin’ your cake hole
‘tll youse know how to be behavin’.
So wind your neck in.
Fecking-mild oath like --darn
Nov 29 2012 cghjr ©
Put your ‘best foot forward,’
But which foot is the best?
‘Put your shoulder to the pump’,
What pump? I’ am getting dressed.
‘Shake a leg now, come on.’
Shake my leg how? I find it is fixed on.
‘Wind your neck in.’
Now what is that all about?
‘The washing line is full’
But there is no washing out!
Oh life is confusing, I wish I understood
All these crazy sayings, but I really am no good,
I may not be the brightest light, set upon the tree,
My head is made of wood or that’s what they all tell me
But when I decide to flash, I make sure it’s really bright
Because when I am a flasher, I can give them all a fright.
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