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04-10-2007, 04:54 AM | #1 (permalink) |
They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
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The Birmingham Canals
Captain of the good ship
"shopping trolley" I glide gracefully through the dark caves Beneath Broad Street Far above, loud landlubbers in strange attire Their bodies full of grog Rape and pillage in the modern way Pirates, every one But pubs and clubs are not for me I’m dreaming of the open seas I navigate the Birmingham canals I navigate the Birmingham canals On the footpath a man, both drunk and fat Drops trousers and urinates into the water In terror, I perform a quick evasive manoeuvre And danger is avoided A used condom floats on an intercept course Drapes across my forehead Reminds me of seaweed Probably not as good for the complexion I don’t want hepatitis B I’m dreaming of the open seas I navigate the Birmingham canals I navigate the Birmingham canals |
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