I was with a mate, walking in the street,
A man came up "listen" said the guy,
"I'm listening" said I.
"But you're walking" he muttered,
"I can do both!" I uttered.
"Bruv, do you want to buy some meat?"
"No" I said, but wasn't thinking on my feet.
I'd have asked for it please, cooked with potato,
Served up with peas, I'd have had it to go.
He looked like a crook who'd make me ill,
The kind of felon that sells road kill.
Never been offered this so far,
The folks you meet in Finchley are rather bizarre.
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This is pretty witty. See what I did there? Gotta be careful man, people out there are STRANGE.
You're telling me ^^ they sure are!
Sounds shifty to me. 'There's nowt so queer as folk' as it's said! Well, sometimes anyway. lol.
The guy didn't look like a butcher, that's all I'm saying.
Meh! They are all over... the ones you need to be more worried about are the ones who aren't selling dodgy meat!
Nowt as queer as folk!
Ps I liked it... I can never write witty poems. Maybe I lack wit 🤔
I used to live there many moons ago but can't recall anything as strange as this (other than Mrs Thatcher 🙂 )
Even though she snatched my milk I had a soft spot for Maggie. (She lost it near the end but even she realised that the EU was a coup)
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