a misplaced gene of idiocy
mixed with delusions of grandeur
trying to be like Carlisle’s
rent a gob with red
motors and his mate bully-boy
with rusty old faded green
wellies to match his lorries
pyjama`s on and was ready…
squashing an unleashed cairn terrier
into the mud head first
but luckily the dog survived
despite having a mouthful of
his master`s left shin bone
for bed, … “time for bed” …
said eva. its way past…
better than sausages from ■■■■■■■
thick skinned and full of
crap like most other bangers
from anywhere north of
Heysham onwards towards the wet parts