it has to be said nowadays
things ain't the same anyway's
for all love and hate
its all dire strait
nothing at all is the sames
remember when out playing game
kicking football at old window pane
old folk would moan
clear off too your home
thinking there all insane
remember when you were a kid
pulling plants out the garden a quid
they'd still have a groan
then have a good foam
pulling up prized possession a fig
now soon i will have to be finished
if not this poem may simply diminish
so remember this verse
whilst in a hurst
thats it now i finnish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice ur finnish now