Demerara–Camaraderie

Split arse.

Fingers in your,
Mum.
Get her,
The family way.

Ip, dip, dogshit,
You are not it.

Winky-wanky-woo-woo.
Bournemouth.

Hey, Pakistani,
Does your granny,
Have a fanny?
Does it smel?
Fuckin’ ‘ell!

Beadle.

There’s a party,
On the hill;
Will you come?
With your own,
Bread and butter,
And your own,
Cream bun?

Watch out;
Beadle’s about.