Gino & Poppy

It was the early 2010s, another pissed up night at the boozer.  
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!  
 
He had long hair in a bun and a wife-beater to show his guns.  
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck to show his funds.  
 
His wife and his kid at home would wonder where he might be?  
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.  
 
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough, and ready.  
They lived in a grotty flat in the moody streets of Sketty.  
 
Poppy Fiasco was at home, with their 2 year old son Rio.  
She didn't have any friends or fam around, but she thought they were a trio.  
 
Poppy had big brown eyes, and her barnet platinum blonde.  
Built like a bazooka, 5'11" and strong.  
 
Gino was shooting pool since he joined the local team.  
He used that to get off his bonce and let the beer stream.  
 
He got kicked off the team in the end for being rude to the opponents.  
He was taking the mick out of two lesbos, he said it was a bonus.  
 
When ever he returned home, you know that they would fight.  
Even tho Poppy was way bigger than him, he would hold it down alright.  
 
He weren't the type of geeza to get hit in the boat, lightly.  
Even if you were a chick, and she would say "Come on fight me!"  
 
She had grown an ego, after she beat up a gang of women.  
They jumped her in the pub one night, and she left their head's spinnin'!  
 
She had decked all four of them, and now she thought that she was nails.  
Now it was time she needed humbling, before her ego goes off the scales!  
 
She was getting in a habit, of hitting Gino, causing harm.  
He got gripped his biro one night, n stuck it in her arm!
 
Another time she caught a slapping after popping him in the nose.  
Gino - "You want to act like a bloke, well then it's time to let you know!"  
 
Poppy would have fuzz fingers, and would always call the cops!  
Even tho he gave her a warning... "Hit me again, and you'll get dropped!"