To the beat
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To the beat
of sugar beet
tap your feet...
Wearing scoobie shoes
or pish catchers (on a Sunday)
or badger skins
lightly sautéed in
Red-wine and garlic
smeared on her
rather large darlek
danglers peeking through
everyone looking too
a gorgeous view
of the zoo
Where you go
in darkest Belfast
To see the
alcoholics drinking Guinness
and listening to
people talkin' scotch
whilst drinking Buckfast
through a straw
hat that resembled
dyed badger pubes
gently fried in
garlic and ghee
designed to induce
a state of
violent bottom rumble
probably caused by
A flappy subwoofer
causing farty bass
In troubled seas
Captain Birdseye spied
crawling merrily up
his satin shorts
of Polish vodka
swigging merrily as
his Fish Fingers
snap from frostbite
but his hunger
urges him to
swallow his pride
and anything else
he dug out
from his crotch
a-flashing Santa hat
with bits hanging
like snot globules
glistening and twirling