David Rudd Mitchell Poems

Jop, pol, gol and fleago
The best Flea band by far.
And bound to make the big time
Says the Dayflea Star.
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Bond got the death threat,
At just after 3.
From a foe unperturbed,
By his Walther PP.
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They **** you up those scribes of old.
Who pilfered hard, then pilfered more,
Until there were no thoughts untold
And everything was “heard before”
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The paths are glistening like glass,
They make such pretty views,
But unless you want a bruised behind,
You need sensible shoes.
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