Our old friend Terry Bull likes a swift pint
Down the old Dog and Duck with all his mates.
He’s sound, he’ll talk to anyone in sight
It’s listening what really irritates.
He’ll watch the game. That ref, he masturbates,
Or words to that effect, know what I mean?
The ladies laugh when this bald geezer states
His mind, in language so bold and obscene.
His shaven-headed gang, they rule the scene
On the pool tables or cruising at night
From pub to club, where each week he relates
Old anecdotes to some doting has-been
Divorcee, gets real naughty, then he might
Get frustrated, go home, slap Donna’s face.
Fri 25 May
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