(20 minute poetry)
Hoodies oh goodie I'm in for a treat,
I shall pull up a chair and put up my feet
the show is about to begin.
In the red corner is ***** he looks a bit ropey, wouldn't trust him with a dog on a lead.
And in the blue corner weighing in at some tonnage from Sandwich in Kent,
is bald headed Bob who looks a bit of a **** with his pink leotard trying hard not to be the **** that he is.
Showbiz Sally's getting really rather pally with my right leg, she'd beg to differ, but something's getting s... Wait.. Ha, a comb in my pocket and I nearly broke it or 'Brock it' as they say up Lancashire way.
St. Paul's just a stop on the way to the bank and Bob's just told Frank of his love.
And the crew is cast out at Holborn, I doubted they'd stay,
for more entertainment one needs the circle line,
I'm on my way.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Hoodies oh goodie I'm in for a treat,
I shall pull up a chair and put up my feet
the show is about to begin.
In the red corner is ***** he looks a bit ropey, wouldn't trust him with a dog on a lead.
And in the blue corner weighing in at some tonnage from Sandwich in Kent,
is bald headed Bob who looks a bit of a **** with his pink leotard trying hard not to be the **** that he is.
Showbiz Sally's getting really rather pally with my right leg, she'd beg to differ, but something's getting s... Wait.. Ha, a comb in my pocket and I nearly broke it or 'Brock it' as they say up Lancashire way.
St. Paul's just a stop on the way to the bank and Bob's just told Frank of his love.
And the crew is cast out at Holborn, I doubted they'd stay,
for more entertainment one needs the circle line,
I'm on my way.
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