Bad guys,
Who like to,
Luton Plunder.
Mildred Hubble,
Had cunt stubble.
Ha—constable.
Constantinople.
It’s not milk;
It’s a sock,
You spastic!
While we’re on the subject,
Can I borrow,
Your sock?
Rip Torn.
Privet Hedges.
Four-legged spider,
Called Martin.
Exchange and Martin.
Come on!
Get it out!
What a way to go!
Speccy four-eyes!
Jamaica?
No, she’s too stubborn.
Genoa?
Not personally.
Russian?
Yes, or I’ll miss my bus.
Helium?
Close—he’s called Ian.
Are any of you dicks,
Even reading,
The shit I write?