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Party Hatters

 
One day, he told me,
I’ll be famous
As a wit
I said I know, sage,
You’ve already reached  
The half way stage
 
Then in came the bishop
Sucking his thumb
He said
If I roll on my back
Will you tickle my tum?
I’ll said no ‘cos you’ll come
 
In the corner sat loopy Lorna
I waltzed over
Couldn’t ignore her
What a fuckin' false waltz
She said
I whacked her head
 
That’s rich, bitch
I told her  to scold her
Coming from you
The world’s worst screw
Nice dress though
Is it new?
 
Fuck off she said, repartee
Ever being her long suit
I’ve a porno film to shoot
Should be a l hoot
Want the job
Needle nob?
 
Over came Fred
Off his head  
Great party I said  
A real cracker
You got any more
Of that funny terbaccer?
 
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