Never paid for the pitch
but
sold **** to the tourists
East
down in Shoreditch
and
later in Petticoat Lane
I sold **** again
made a bundle
then
trundled off home.
Life's getting hard for the
twopenny bard and
it's looking like rain
so
I'll sell **** again
on the fly.
By the by or by the way
whichever suits,
on Saturday
I'll be down at the bay
selling mussels to the
weaklings.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
Never paid for the pitch
but
sold **** to the tourists
East
down in Shoreditch
and
later in Petticoat Lane
I sold **** again
made a bundle
then
trundled off home.
Life's getting hard for the
twopenny bard and
it's looking like rain
so
I'll sell **** again
on the fly.
By the by or by the way
whichever suits,
on Saturday
I'll be down at the bay
selling mussels to the
weaklings.
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