Moon rise over Secombe
Where's the supermoon?
No bigger than ****** normal
In a ***** orange gloom
The biggest moon for years!
They said all over the news
And hidden in the clouds up there
like a torch with a failing bulb.
It's supposed to be romantic
For lovers to bathe beneath
Get naked and romantic!
Not here you'll ****** freeze
All the scousers watching
Looking for a glimpse
"My **** said a voice in the crowd
Let's get a fecking drink.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
Moon rise over Secombe
Where's the supermoon?
No bigger than ****** normal
In a ***** orange gloom
The biggest moon for years!
They said all over the news
And hidden in the clouds up there
like a torch with a failing bulb.
It's supposed to be romantic
For lovers to bathe beneath
Get naked and romantic!
Not here you'll ****** freeze
All the scousers watching
Looking for a glimpse
"My **** said a voice in the crowd
Let's get a fecking drink.
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