By Ray Smallshaw
"Honest mum I saw him putting the presents...
The cock crows , that's your morning alarm,
Half a sleep you make your way to the stream...
How can she be satisfied
With something so small...
You will notice that no one wants
The garbage thrown to the street...
And i wrote a poem about a poem that i was going...
- Andrew, again you're going
To smoke...
Woke up this mornin',
Found my Member of Parliament was an honest man...
The wise grafitti artist warned
"If you are reading this...
Jingling bells on manes
fat man ho ho hoying on...
A friend is someone who comes in the house without...
A friend is someone who calls your mom his mom...
You deserve a big fat slap.
Because you're full of crap...
Good afternoon, another miserable day
But don't look down and try to walk away...