Sub-scrib’b’le your tattology allover main gene
There was a scrubby shag-rugged-man playing on a fruit machine
The sight of unhealthy peaches popping up out of his jeans
The props of all these sidekicks excluding shots in the scene
Take two for two quids up before you get a nudge,
It must’ve been the cherry sincery, scencere in signature,
The stigma of a maiden chase cracked out a butchent lemon
There was a pub that served real grub
And a man with ale, tattoos, clonkered shoes, plonker face,
Stubble, hard’man stonewash, mashed up bald head,
Mugshot, pulling lever pourous and pushing button
Out went he thanks to the lesbians
GIVE ME YOUR TREASONS
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I am crazy to read poems with rhyme
this is a good poem and well writen
i must say that this poem comes out by the experience
well done
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Glenn
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ta chick
hope you had a fun(er-allic) read! muchas ta's n tat,
leanne
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cool write here. I love the flow. Keep on writing!
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moluv
cheers hun, nice to see someone lickered a liking to my writing
extra glad you love the flow - I'll keep writing if you keep reading, and writing, and keep living well!'Taketh care
Leanne
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