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You slated my sketch You fell asleep You cried for an ex You weren’t very deep You wore real fur You didn’t eat. You made me go to Milton Keynes You slated my poetry
He watched as his girlfriend descended down the stairs in skin-tight jeans and a spotless white sweater, also adorned with a matching blue embroidered horse, the mare to his stallion.
He enters his church - the Routemaster Breathes in the comforting smell Slips into a pew - front seat, top deck He knows this church so well. The windows are fogged with condensation
When they came together They found that there was nothing That the other didn’t make better If she’d never left the BBC If he hadn’t followed in the footsteps of his family