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Am Gonna Get Me Some Surgical Spirit!Am gona get me some surgical spirit, Cos I hear it's good for the old, I duno what they do with it though! I think it helps with the cold! Cos they buy it by the bucket full, I think they put it in their tea? Well oh cor blimey and sugar plumbs. That just won't do for me! So I asked this little old dear, I said; ‘luvvy, what on earth is that?' She smiled at me a little smile, And said, ‘oh, that's for me hat!' ‘Your hat?' I asked this oldie, ‘Oh yes!' She said with glee! ‘You see I carry this hat around with me, And use it as a pot of tea!' ‘Well blimey o'reilly!' I thought to meself! ‘What the hell's goin' on here? All I asked was after the surgical spirit, And now she's bendin' me ear!' As I sat and looked at her, Out came the bottle of stuff in question, ‘This powerful surgical spirit,' She said, ‘Is marvellous for the indigestion!' I looked at her and pondered, And realized she meant what she said! With a twinkle in her eyes she smiled, And said; ‘It stops you bein' dead!' ‘Dead!' I asked her, totally shocked! ‘What the hell do you mean by that?' She smiled her little smile as… She picked up her little hat! This bottle raised some eyebrows, As she toddled off down the street, And just before she turned the corner, You should have seen her feet! She held on to the bottle, And ran with all her might, Shouting to me as she ran, ‘I'm on a promise tonight!' Am Gonna Get Me Some Surgical Spirit! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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