ME MUDDER
When I was a youngenMe mudder moved
around with me
We used to live
Next to the hanging tree
I new it to be an hanging tree
For mudder hanged her
Washing from it for all to see
Then we moved to
Slug wash lane
Why we washed those slugs
To me seems insane
From there we moved to
Moulsham corpse lane
Why the corpse never
Bothered us l can't explain
My father used to work
In a glue factory my friend
Don't know what happened next
They said he came to a sticky end
Life without father for mudder hard
Least he died in the knackers yard
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-01-11 at 00:36
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