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Apr 2017
Sabre rattling in the world
Is surely getting out of hand
Third World War,well odds on,
I putting on fifty grand.
Made me a little bunker
Made it of concrete and lead
I don't no why I'm spending
Fifty grand,odds on favourite
I'll end up dead,
So when the bombs go boom off
And all the ****  hits the fan
Put your head up your ****
And make an alternative plan
Mr America being the hard nose police,
Mr Korea just being-naughty sheep.
Mr Russia just hasn't got a clue
NATO and Europe such a motley crew.
Ring a ring a roses a posy full of dread
Stop eating out of the basket of despair
And stop trying to turn our rivers red.
I have a solution let's all paint the world
Bright pink,
And run around stark naked, what would
Your neighbours think.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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