Aye Appen
Aye...There's nowt new down there.
Them southern scrotes know bollocks!
Scouring shops and messing with larts
Like lasses mithering skirts.
Let em come up here and I'll skelp some ears
Let em try to mess wi me.
Go to sleep our lass-
Tha's nowt to fear...
Out on elbows
If they appear.
While I'm at it
Make me a pudding.
Poetry by jenks

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Written on 2011-08-19 at 02:09




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