“Well there gus me pocket money I was placing on the hosses,
I’ve got to wait till next wik naa before I cut me losses.
I dow know why he does it though, it aye as if he’s broke?
It’s the mystery of a woman’s puss that aggravates the bloke.
He cor help himself he has to peek for a lousy bob or two
He’ll tek it without a single thought, just to buy a pint or two.
I’m thinking in the future, there as to be a change
where woman wear the pants and the bloke’s cook at the range.
Ooh just the thought of ‘im’ at the sink, it dow arf mek me loff
But I feel a change is coming girls, oh yeah yo con scoff.
There is a reason for our misery, its to make our young uns strong
For every generation will know that this is wrong.
Any road, I don’t know why, depressed all cus of him?
I’d have lost it all just the same, cus I never ever win.”
WARNING .. Do not read the next bit if you have a nervous disposition.
Did you read this rhyme and think out loud; “You know that aint arf bad”
Did you click on the ‘like it’ though? …Oh boy I wish you had!
I’m getting self conscious now cause No one likes my stuff,
I try real hard, I really do! but it seems it’s not enough.
Now look what you have done to me, I’m feeling all morose
I’m not about to scarp this blog but I’m getting very close
Have I made you feel guilty yet? are you thinking; “Oh what a shame”,
“this girl is sad, now I feel bad, because yes I am to blame”!
Hold up, I jest! Awwww dow look sad, I’m just taking the Mike
but all this could be avoided if you’d only hit that like!
Cheeky cow aye I? 🙂