The youngsters traipse and arm in arm
Trying not to be too alarmed
The enter pubs they smell of fear
When they awake they reek of beer
They are young and wont to drink
By day they fill a page with ink
Such a pure unrefined joy
It is to be a girl or boy
They cover the streets as they walk home
(In groups, very seldom alone)
With ***** and ***** and chip wraps
They deserve a jacket with straps.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
The youngsters traipse and arm in arm
Trying not to be too alarmed
The enter pubs they smell of fear
When they awake they reek of beer
They are young and wont to drink
By day they fill a page with ink
Such a pure unrefined joy
It is to be a girl or boy
They cover the streets as they walk home
(In groups, very seldom alone)
With ***** and ***** and chip wraps
They deserve a jacket with straps.
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