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Bolchy Fecker!First. Now ‘fecker' is an Irish terminology, So please don't take offence, Tis only just for fun, And therefore no harm is meant. It's ‘not' a profanity, not at all, Nor is it meant to be fickle, Tis just another word I use, Especially when I'm in a pickle! ****** Bolchy Fecker! Yep, that's the truth of it, A bolchy fecker is he, Cos he's always late, and in a state, And never on time for tea! There's always grease on his hands, His nails are a dirty mess, And underneath his jeans, Well, you would never really guess… …Guess that he is snow white clean, For yes, tis hard to believe, That this young lad could be that way… But clothes, well, they do deceive! He's always late for everything, And never on time for school, He's very often said to me… He loves to break the rule! So the last time he was late home, I told him off and sent him to bed, Cos he was saying that it wasn't his fault! But I told him, ‘Lad, that's enuff said!' So off he slunk to his bedroom, Head down and looking sad, Me heart went out to him though, Cos he's really not a bad lad! A bolchy fecker is what he is, A cheeky little imp is he, But he always gets on me nerves, When he's always late for tea! So I went to see his teachers, And blimey what a shock, No wonder he's always late for tea, Cos they aint got a clock! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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