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And Anyway…And anyway, I don't care! If the pigeons drop their stuff! Cos I'm a pretty strong Scouser, And I was brought up real rough! So I can doge a few pigeons! I'm good at diving for cover! I was brought up on that exercise! Cos I had a nippy mother! I had to learn to dive quite young, Cos me mother would always shout! ‘Where are you, you little toe-rag!' Ooooh, she was mad, there is no doubt! And after a while of hiding, Me belly would rumble bad! Cos I was really starving, So I'd have to face me dad! Cos me mother would always tell him! When he came home from work! ‘That little cow is a cheeky thing! And she'll always flippin' shirk!' And anyway, I'm a little toughie! Cos I'm a Scouser you see! And we are the toughest of the tough! Well, some are, but sure the hell is me! And it's supposed to be lucky, If they drop they load on us isn't it!! But I don't really believe in that! Cos it aint brought me nowt but squit!! Taraaaaaa Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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