from Max Boyce at Glynneath
while he was in the
bar singing hymns and aria’s
after someone kicked him where
the sun don’t shine anymore
and made a very nasty
hiya,
of the guy’s hooma googles
thanks harry, long retired.
which were swollen to an
hiya,
epic size, rugby balls even
thanks harry, long retired.
that made it difficult to
put your trousers on and
ride the bike up to
bl’s house where she will
ignore your plea’s brados,and
beat me with a stick
only to find she’d gone
to get a bigger stick
and a whip to lash
brados to within an inch
of his jolly personality and