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Pardon me laughing
I’ve been hoboduffing
Easy to dismantle,
most already mentled

One I had to smother
It really stunk of meths
The maths for today?
One at home, two away

In UK, a bricas
in France, a fracas
Unfit for the skyline,
especially at sundown

No-one wants to meet
lepers of the street


Uptown Flamingo

Meet Val, the feathered vagabond
A rare bird who liked to spend
So much so in need of a lend
Was now at her wit’s end

Tired of living in the ghetto
By luck, she won a lot on bingo
Was she leaving? I should coco!
To be an uptown flamingo

She cast an eye, a look so icy
These people she knew were dicey
What she wanted was much more spicey
On the up where things were pricey

All at once, she changed direction
Now she was seeking perfection
For her friends she’d lost affection
Disconnection, full rejection