Twas unpleasant and frightful one grey winters morn
To see the faces of the commuters all covered with scorn
and the pigeons were shitting in every dank square
and the parks they were malodorous in the cold smoggy air
and the parks they were malodorous
and the parks they were malodorous
and the parks they were malodorous
how I wished I weren't there.
1 comment:
Great - I'll get Dad to add it to his repertoire!
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