hiya,
native american red indians blanket
thanks harry, long retired.
and all over the wigwam
made from an old tarpaulin
that has seen better days
on the old steel job
on a Shanghai junk sailing
out of Portsmouth for Normandy
with a cargo of soap
for the great unwashed of
for the greasy frogs who
strut about naked in the
moonlight on the streets of
Bordeaux stinking like some old
randy Tomcat that had been
On the lookout for a
for a scabby Tabby to
share his fleas with before
going back to his old
pussey that he was fond
of before it was a