Poetry Blogs (chav)
You see the chavs unveiling torsos
Which fashion hair that always grows
The shorts his distant cousin wears
Showing us sights that only scare
The ice cream man appears once more
Serving melting ice cream through his door
You hear the neighbours having a Barbie
An hour or two later they sound rather barmy
The neighbourhood drunk stumbles as usual
And vain young girls become rather delusion...
Friday 27th July 2018 12:30 am
The Chav Prayer
Mother knows not his name.
Thy Chavdom come, thy shoplifting done, in JJB sports as it is in Poundland.
Give us this day our welfare bread
And forgive us our ASBO's as we happy slap those
Who give evidence against us
And lead us not into employment
But deliver us free housing.
For thine is the chavd...
Saturday 9th March 2013 7:07 pm
Annabel and Dave are sorted
toast the life they always courted
with Johnny Walker Black (imported)
by a geezer in Gibraltar.
Dave’s new boat’s a thirty footer
cowhide seats as soft as butter
room to practice with his putter
cruising down to Malta.
Made his pile in double glazing
take and margins just amazing
dreams of days of golf and lazing
on the Costa’s beac...
Monday 2nd February 2009 3:19 pm