The Princess Of Keighley - Poem by James Irwin
My search for a Princess, has taken me all over this land,
on road and mud...over hills to beaches of sand,
all to find me a Princess... who will take my hand.
A search to make me, the man I am,
one day found me... a fine Princess, called Leanne.
In a wood...thats ever so green,
was there this, the most beautiful women,
that I had ever seen.
A stunning Princess...dressed in a baggy tracksuit,
smoking a fag as if shes playing a flute.
Every tune as sweet as any bird songs I know,
so sexy are...the smoke rings that she does blow.
No make up to hide under, she has no fancy style of hair,
naturally beautiful, this girl is so rare.
Stunningly gorgeous, this beauty needs to be set free,
from her castle, in Keighley.
I will fight all men and battle for her worth,
even help rid her of bad brothers...rid them to the other side of the Earth.
I would wipe the sauce from her mouth,
or stay up north, if I wanted to live down south.
Do what ever it takes...to get her to understand,
and then hopefully...she may one day, want to take my hand.
With stepping stones and kissing gates,
what ever our relationship...its always good, even if... just as mates.
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