My girls dumped me
For some hirsute Brute
I was gob smacked
I said strewth Ruth
You can’t leave me for him
Not that prick Mick
Well he wanted to fight for her
But I called a truce Bruce
I said I don’t want you to go
To tell you the truth Ruth
But you’ve made your choice
And it’s thick Mick
I had tears in my eyes
I was bellowing like a moose Bruce
As I helped her into her truck
God I’ll miss that beaut Ute

Comments
L G Meadows | June 10, 2011 - 11:32
Blimey Biggus, don't miss the beaut. More where she came from, strewth, its the truth!
Highhat | June 10, 2011 - 11:37
I have read all 3 today and I am sure it is not easy to write these little ditties but you certainly do it very well Biggus.
;)Pia
Biggus | June 10, 2011 - 13:08
Thank you very much Pia
You are very kind
Paul
Biggus | June 10, 2011 - 13:08
Thanks LG