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janice chinn Apr 2017
I luv my ford fiesta
Her name is princess Elsa
Because she's frozen white
And because she's automatic
To drive her is a delight
We go for miles Elsa am me
Up to the towncentre
On a shopping  spree
Down to Dunelms on to Tesco
Where we buy food to eat alfresco
On sunny days we go to  buy  plants
Sometimes tree's  or flowers sweet
Some to plant higgledy  piggled
Or some to plant neat
Whatever the weather rain or shine
Me and my Elsa we do just fine
She's good on fuel
And great on looks
She may not be a flashy SAV
With all its arrogant ways
But she's  kinder on the environment
And in my book that's what pays
andy fardell Feb 2011
out the frigde and in me gob
taste of wine it feels so good
down the hatch and in me tum
now im ****** and need sum grub

feel it slip so down my throat that taste of heaven
burning so
taste that summer so long ago burning heating
body glow
feelin drunk yet only tiddled
soon be drunk and really piggled
What the **** just happened,
I once was doing- well, at least okay,
And then the world came crashing around me,
Once staying afloat,
Believing in Kingdom Come,
Now I'm just running to a different tune.
Staying east of the wind,
So my **** doesn't knock me on my ***,
Maybe it was the piggled-eggs I ate,
Maybe it was what I drank,
A little ***** and some juice,
But the little turned out to some more,
And I'm ****** up once again.

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