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Poetry By: garrycroft

I've published this again so I can put it on my site(it is presently not on my site)

Submitted:Mar 12, 2013    Reads: 18    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


I live in Lancashire born and bread

When I was a child I lived on bred

Parents I came from everybody nose

Due to the hideousness of my knows.

I bought my wife a 9-carrot wring

Grabbed my throat, my neck she did ring

Went for a burger that was full of mayor

Reported our grievances to the mare.

Failure in the sex I tried to illicit

Thoughts of affairs, much more elicit

I'm proud I've never been with a haw

Vital minerals I get from a whore.

Was thirty nineā€¦ now I've turned forte

To give up on life is not my forty

I dream of being a massive knob

Manner and door with a regal nob.

Musn't be stupid and pass the book

Listen to a story on my "Talking Buck"

I like nothing better than a bit of oral

Pardon me, I meant to say "aural".


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