A dream comes true.
it's no more work for me.
My six numbers just came up
I won the lottery.
Balls to you the abbey national
here's a one finger salute.
I'm drawing every penny out
going elsewhere with the loot.
And with the cheque, Ill rub it in
to all those bastards faces.
Then swan off with me family
to farflung exotic places.
I'll need a brand new house to match
me brand new porche car.
And maybe take some lessons
in how to talk all la de da.
I'm gonna buy a carp lake
and a brand new fishing rod.
It's five thirty, the alarm goes off
get up you lazy sod.
Nice dream while it lasted.
Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-11-25 at 16:19
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Lottery winner
Stick your job right up your arseit's no more work for me.
My six numbers just came up
I won the lottery.
Balls to you the abbey national
here's a one finger salute.
I'm drawing every penny out
going elsewhere with the loot.
And with the cheque, Ill rub it in
to all those bastards faces.
Then swan off with me family
to farflung exotic places.
I'll need a brand new house to match
me brand new porche car.
And maybe take some lessons
in how to talk all la de da.
I'm gonna buy a carp lake
and a brand new fishing rod.
It's five thirty, the alarm goes off
get up you lazy sod.
Nice dream while it lasted.
Poetry by stevelee
Read 508 times
Written on 2006-11-25 at 16:19
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