Poo Poo Love Poems

Does thee listen to Girls Aloud, does thee?
Does thee delude thy veg with love?
Does thy pamper thar bottom
with baby talc ?
and wear hawaiian shirts?
and put tweety bird dance
and spice girls ont jukebox?
Does thee dream of workin' with wet head
for fones 4 thee in a glass house industry?
Bleep me!
With your aqua marines and gobby face.
Wheres your face gone?
It's buried in your fone 4 you.
Chronic polyphonic finger fatique.
Close your mouth, your talking too loud.
You smarm too proud in my space;
bury your gobby face
back in yer polychronic pocket telephone.
Go home and tell yer maa
what you want for crimbo's.
You in yer perfume and hair gel dream
you with your gym pass and whoahhh footy team
Does thee listen to Girls Aloud?
Can you play them on your folypronic mingphone?
Bleep me!
yer girlfriends got "peachy" embroidered
with tatty sequins on her bony arse
and sits and stares
likes she's been punched int nose in cars.
In cars.