from an Eskimos chuff in
downtown Liverpool where the low
forehead brigade live and breathe
that lovely smell from the
Wine lodge in dale street
behind the chip shop that
served local fish from mersey
muddy waters caught by the
the liver birds on their
boyfriends push bikes which went
hiya,
like a bat outta hell
thanks harry, long retired.
with meatloaf on the pillion
and Suzie Quatro running behind
the bike sheds with a
boom box, barrel of larger
and a blankety blank chequebook
but no pen,so will
Have to borrow somebodies pencil
maybe a crackerjack pencil will
join the cabbage and other