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Bully boy
big gob
foul mouthed cretin
Standing in the paper shop,
puffing and sweating
Shaven-headed,
beer-gutted
tattoo-painted geek
talking with his loud voice,
shouting down the meek
always has a lot of words
with never much to say
never says excuse me
for getting in your way
every other word he uses
starts with ‘f’ and ‘u’
could never do a crossword
hasn’t got a clue
topless girls and football
are all he wants to see…
put a monkey in his council house
and let him have the tree.
Kevin Wells
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