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Bits And Pieces!Oh cor blimey what have I done! Bits and pieces all over the floor! I'm gona get my head kicked in, When me mother walks through that door! Needles, cottons and pins… Oh dear me, what a lot! I really have to say it… I'm gona get flippin' well shot! She's not the best of patience, And her temper's second to none, And no matter how much an accident, She won't forgive what I've done! I can't make a mess, it's not allowed, And if I try to explain…! She'll belt me for answering back! And her belts cause me some pain! So here I am on the floor, Bits and pieces all around, Oh woe is me, cos I'm dead meat, No solace can be found! Oh blimey, here she comes, Waltzing up the path is she, And me and me bits are all over the floor, So that's the end of little old me. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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