True story

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.


  • Nicholas Browning

    This is pretty witty. See what I did there? Gotta be careful man, people out there are STRANGE.

    • Daveyboyz

      You're telling me ^^ they sure are!

    • orchidee

      Sounds shifty to me. 'There's nowt so queer as folk' as it's said! Well, sometimes anyway. lol.

      • Daveyboyz

        The guy didn't look like a butcher, that's all I'm saying.

      • sylviasearcher

        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!

        • sylviasearcher

          Ps I liked it... I can never write witty poems. Maybe I lack wit 🤔

        • Michael Edwards

          I used to live there many moons ago but can't recall anything as strange as this (other than Mrs Thatcher :) )

          • Daveyboyz

            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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