80 years on from
A terrible plight
Footballs tribalism
Still ain’t got it right.
Hatred is hatred
What happened
To the Jews
May one day might
Happen to you.
Colour of the shirt
Colour of your skin
No matter what
Religion
Hate creeps in.
Religion tribalism
Is it in the shirt
Think about the
People who get
-ucking hurt.
80years on from
A terrible plight
Fascism is growing
This can’t be right.
Humans are stupid
Hatred will not cease
Because there’s no
Profit in ****** peace.

What was I doing
Im so abhorred
I went and
brought a
Taylor
Swift record.
Don’t get me wrong,
She puts on a great
show
Buying her
records
No No No No
I think I was transfixed
By her lovely red lips.
Piercing eyes
I brought that record
And
I don’t know
why.

We were in our shed
Me and my mate
We were making a bomb,
When The bomb went of
It was just our fate.
The bomb created
Lots of harm
We Both lost
legs and
And both
our arms.
For being stupid
The reward for
Me and my mate
We Got a jobs
as paper weights.

Being blinkered
Ain’t much fun
Apparently
Helps me
When I run
On go’s me saddle
Jockey jumps on
The tape go’s up
Then Im gone.
This jockey must
Think I’m dense
I ain’t jumping
That -ucking fence
That little ****
Whipped me from
Behind
Jumped that fence
Really quite fine.
Three miles of
Jump jump jump
Im getting ****** of
I got the right ****,
Over the the last
Well in front
So I decided to part
Company
With this little runt.
I stopped
the dye
Was cast
Shut up shop
I Came in last.

A little known
Boxing match
Once took place
It started slowly
Then picked up pace.
Punches were thrown
Some would hit
Punches were thrown
Some would miss
Ducking and diving
Heads would kiss.
Fighting couldn’t
get better
Than this.
This little known
Boxing match
We  both
ended
up battered
what
A mess,
He called
me a *******
When I took
his castle
Isn’t great
fun when
playing a
game
Called chess.

Three amigo’s
Knife
Fork
And spoon
Travelled to space
In a big  red balloon.
Huddled together
Wasn’t much room,
For the three amigo’s
Knife
Fork
and spoon.

Up into space
In that big red balloon
The three amigo’s
Knife fork and spoon
We’re  not the first
to walk on the moon.

This was
a moment
A spacial gate,
See
The first steps
on the moon
We’re done
by a
Big soup dish
And a
dinner plate.

Powers to be
Decided
to give
Me
an OBE
For my services
To Charity.
This award
I had
To dispute
Because Charity
A lady of the
Night was
A local
*******.
Powers to be
Sometimes
Get it wrong
So I gave
Charity the
Well earned
Gong.