Fair. - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
Me, you, wee Suzie too,
All going to the fair.
Jaye, May and Laura Rae,
We are meeting there.
Jane the pain, her brother Cain,
Who live just up the street,
Evil Dwayne and big Lorraine,
We were unfortunate to meet.
Kick, punch, jab, slap,
A bruise upon a chin.
The fair man, he just looked and said,
'Yer a' no gettin' in'.
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