I Met An Angel—In Bitche

Grand Est,
France,
Isn’t a place,
One frequents,
Frequently,
But I occasionally,
Pay a visit,
Because Bitche,
Is just a sensational,
Name for a town!

I know it.

We know it.

Woo woo woo,
You know it!

Anyway, fuck it!
Show us yer cunt.
Bend over,
Touch your toes,
With your kecks,
Pulled to the side.
Slag!

Shove it where,
The angels fart,
And the demons,
Also fart.

Satan, is that you?

Oh, sorry, Wilf.
I thought you were,
Someone else.

Minge lip.
The baddest man,
In Pott Shrigley.

You know it!