In ginger ale, for quite a while
Definitely not living in style
Gained weight, not tanned, visage pale
For quite a while in ginger ale
Doing the bird, alone in cell
Lack of contact is surely hell
My own the only voice I've heard
Alone in cell, doing the bird
No bread and honey, not one dime
For sweets and books to ease my time
I'm frustrated, not very funny
Not one dime, no bread and honey
It is brass tacks,I've given up
I'm now just a beaten pup
With mind, soul and spirits lax
I've given up, it is brass tacks.
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Written September 29th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Cockney Rhyming Slang by Haunted-Memory.
300 points, ended October 12, 2006, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Excellent
Excellent write another brilliant poem to help kick start this contest. Doing time sure is a lonely life to live and you have expressed that so well in this Poem using the slang in an excellent way. Thanks for your entry into the contest wishing you the best of luck Brian.
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