Me loves poetry I do
It makes me heart turn into goo
Me missus lives wat I write
Especially the ones about
Me having a drunken fight.
When she’s in a bit of a mood
I write poems about her favourite food
Then she gets all lovey and happy
And we go out and by a nice chippy,
She says its your words
They made me feel so much better
Each and every special letter.
Me loves poetry I do
Im still hard and Ill break ya in two
But I need to eggspress myself
To keep me in good health
Cause I don’t wanna turn into a loony
And be having people laugh at me
So I write about love, and sex
And me big bulging pecks
And how me women loves to give head,
I write about the wars and nights out
and when she’s in a mood
I write one about how she screams and shouts.
I am the secret poet of the council block
I hide all me verse in my old football socks
One day I will sell them to a big publisher
Get rich, get drunk and float like a feather
Because I will be rich and high on words
And in me bed will be lots of fit blonde birds
Harry ( Hardman) Smith
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