
Hormones and rhyming dictionaries seem to go together. Let's celebrate this by publishing the poems you wrote as a teenager.
( , Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:49)
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As I was walking by St Pauls
A woman grabbed me by the balls.
She said "Son, you're a man of pluck,
Let's go inside, and have a....teacake.
Threepence, sixpence, ninepence, a bob
It all depends upon the size of your...appetite.
Why do I still sing this?
It remains a
( , Fri 12 Aug 2005, 19:31, Reply)
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