It's Poetry Day Today!!
I'm sat in the pub
with Big Fat Al
supping pints of Boddys Bitter,

just got our social,
were all smiles now,
were in the Ladys Garter
what a lovely place to be,
thinking about writing some poetry
but most likely just get pissed instead.

Now some of them here
there all for a revolution and
I don't mind the takeover if
they need that support.

I mean their long suffering intellects
are they not?
whose angst and pain and suffering
is much, much worse then mine.

So I don't mind the takeover revolution
because their just a bunch of twats
talking bloody rubbish and
fucking swearing to.