Bloody smelly
Idea from John cleese and Raymond briggs
Bless thy thee shine may you always dine down the railway line sing a song for all time the room was so bare
In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said
The red and blue retreat in battle to fight another day will soon be back where they belong
Open turn to burn door open to ajar sneaking in the bar to see our star whisky in thy jar
walk as i talk backpack to sack of a trying day to the end thy hill what a weary day
oh you wander to see i bright spark tis a singing lark on a tree in the park walk around the estate
Where do thy begin turning down my skin let us all do sin life love to you all back home i call
Speaking words of wisdom let it be for you and me hey Jude don’t be sad to make it better into my heart
tis the auld pub on kirkconnel main street were miners meet a jug of ale was a rare treat
Look up to skies black dire dirty lock doors and chains knock me down heart i wake lord what is this destitute place piercing body pains for abates
Farewell thy fair day to the last fade of light look up westward site sun downward thee soar wee shall meet no more
up town girl Luton town village green fair ground caddington club my subs back cricketers pub grub five oaks trees school shrubs
sir Andrew wood knighted by a king for battle won under the sun history will
Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain
Poeticous your so delicious hope your not malicious write a poem for thy own walk the winding road story’s of young and old