Shanghai’d on a Brixham trawler
Feet never leaving the land
The Pub was a Penzance brawler
Rolling and tumbling lost with all hands
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In bounds the Bozza Ode to Boris Johnson |
With an eye for a thigh and an old fashioned pie
With the chicken McNugget his rallying cry
Here comes Boris Johnson so scousers beware
In bounds the bozzer that stray polar bear
He’s guffing out gaffs for the corps to guffaw
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'Hair' part 1 of a trilogy |
Shock, tuft, clump bush.
Hair, hair, hair
Lash, tash, pit, tushe.
Hair, hair, hair
Hair here.
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