The Filth

typical bloody copper

she thought

staring up at the woodchip ceiling

- come –

as if !

you’re not pounding the beat now

you know

you cocky bastard


banging away

in the creaky bed

with the creaky floorboards

& pantomime B&B landlady

with her ear to the wall, no doubt,

at oh two hundred hours:

he’s the one on secondment

on automatic pilot

& paying the bills


as he whispers in her ear again

come quietly now

come quietly.

◄ Ankle-Biters

I am a little wabbit ►


<Deleted User> (7212)

Tue 28th Dec 2010 19:35

Steve - yes ! it's still me - (who did you think it was ?)- thought I'd missed that, didn't you, eh? Eh?
Antonionionintonionioni - I don't know - I'll just ask - "SJ, did he use his truncheon?"

<Deleted User> (7789)

Tue 28th Dec 2010 18:17

But did he use his truncheon?

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