THE WINGEN BRITS ON HOLLYDAY!
The Ozzy's call us ''bloody wingeing poems''''Its to hot , to cold , to wet '
''' rather quiet for my taist,''
''To damed loud fore my liking''
'' thats cheep'' ,'' must some thing wrong with it''
''cant trust forone muck'' ''when looking at the menu ''
Looking fore British restraints serving a full British , English breakfast!''
''They just cant make a proper cup of tea , can they!?
'' damde Germans claimed all the pool chairs towls on 'em already''
'' what get up out of bed before midday'' ''just to get a chair?''
''Bloody mattress to soft or to hard any way did I not tell your that?!''
''Dame it I'm on me holes'' , ''not getting up before midday for no one!'''
'' And the bloody matres is to hard or to soft!!
We are the greatest wingers in the world , tho I hear the Israelis
Would run us close!!!
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-11-01 at 21:13
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