archie langford (1928 / mountain Ash South Wales UK)
The Song of the Roman Soldier
I am a Roman soldier
And I come from Rome
These ancient Brits
Get on my tits
And I cant wait to get home.
They are so barbaric
They paint themselves with woad
And they always drive their chariots,
On the wrong side of the road.
They`ve got a queen
She`s big and mean,
Her name is Boudiccia
She`s so tall she`s worst of all
She gives me diarrhoea
I wish I was in Egypt
Where the sun is always shining
But I`m on call at Hadrian`s Wall
Where It`s always bleeding rining
I am a Roman soldier
And I come from Rome
And I`m fed up with roaming
And I cant wait to get home.
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...it begs the question...'what did the Romans ever do for us? ! '. I dunno, but I know what we did to them: -) N
This style is very good. limmerical....funny...