This is another poem that i wrote , more sensitive than the last and without doubt , a masterpiece !
There were these Burberry boys
Hanging outside the local shop
Acting hard and pulling a strop
Well what could i do , i had to make 'em stop.
I turned around and started to run
Went to my house , looked for a gun
Well i 'aint bad ,but i 'aint a nun
I'm being for real , it 'aint a pun
Ran super fast out the house
Very quite, just like a mouse
Like a Ninja I was ready to pounce
Killed all of 'em and i won't renounce.
I do hope you enjoyed that one , I know the Vicar enjoyed it as we enjoyed our summer holiday in the south of France. Ah..French wine , the open air .......a true gift for poets everywhere.
2006-08-24
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