I was sitting outside
the caravan
we'd been let
by some
do-gooders society
some one Netanya knew
who knew some one
I was lazying
in a deck chair
smoking
and sipping a beer
looking into the area
around the caravan
where other caravans
were parked
behind us
over the hedge
and road
was the beach
I could hear the sound
of the sea
and smell the salt
who you looking at?
Netanya asked
you looking at her?
Huh?
You looking at her
over there
by the caravan
hanging out
her smalls?
What you talking about?
I'm sitting here
having a smoke
sipping a beer
I said
you are gazing
at the *****
in the short skirt
with her *******
hanging out
like squirrels
out of a tree
I’m sitting here resting
I didn't see her
until you
picked her out
Netanya spat
on the grass
my *** you didn't
I’ve a good mind
to go over there
and give her
a piece of my mind
I was looking around
the site not at her
I said
Netanya's kids
had gone down
to the beach
to swim and play ball
Netanya gave the female
over the way
a glare
if I see you
looking at her again
I’ll tear her hair out
and stuff that cigarette
down your throat
Netanya went inside
the caravan
and banged about
with pots and pans
and cups and mugs
I sipped my beer
and smoked my smoke
the female
with the short skirt
hung up her bras
like huge slingshots
I looked away
it was a hot
liquid blue
of a sky day.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
I was sitting outside
the caravan
we'd been let
by some
do-gooders society
some one Netanya knew
who knew some one
I was lazying
in a deck chair
smoking
and sipping a beer
looking into the area
around the caravan
where other caravans
were parked
behind us
over the hedge
and road
was the beach
I could hear the sound
of the sea
and smell the salt
who you looking at?
Netanya asked
you looking at her?
Huh?
You looking at her
over there
by the caravan
hanging out
her smalls?
What you talking about?
I'm sitting here
having a smoke
sipping a beer
I said
you are gazing
at the *****
in the short skirt
with her *******
hanging out
like squirrels
out of a tree
I’m sitting here resting
I didn't see her
until you
picked her out
Netanya spat
on the grass
my *** you didn't
I’ve a good mind
to go over there
and give her
a piece of my mind
I was looking around
the site not at her
I said
Netanya's kids
had gone down
to the beach
to swim and play ball
Netanya gave the female
over the way
a glare
if I see you
looking at her again
I’ll tear her hair out
and stuff that cigarette
down your throat
Netanya went inside
the caravan
and banged about
with pots and pans
and cups and mugs
I sipped my beer
and smoked my smoke
the female
with the short skirt
hung up her bras
like huge slingshots
I looked away
it was a hot
liquid blue
of a sky day.
A MAN AND WOMAN AND THE DAME BY THE CARAVAN WITH THE SHORT SKIRT IN 1976.
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