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You're Well Nice.

You make me egg on toast,

I really like that.

Scratching my ‘ead after a hard day’s night,

It’s so nice.

Putting up with some mad snoring noises,

You’re well nice.

 

You’ve bought me pints when I’ve been skint

And that’s pretty sound.

I know you don’t like the movies we watch,

But you don’t let on.

Can we go to the chippy and eat from our laps in the park?

Because you’re well nice.

 

You know something? I’d not watch the match for you,

If you wanted to go for a walk.

I really would.

And you know something else?

I wouldn’t miss it, not one bit.

You don’t even know how lovely you are.

You’re well nice.

 

I’m gonna buy you some flowers on pay-day,

Some proper good ones from the Shell forecourt.

You deserve it.

I’ll even lay a big, sloppy kiss on you, in front of me mates

As I just don’t care,

 

‘cause you’re well nice.

◄ It's just so frustrating.

G'night Luv. ►

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clarissa mckone

Fri 15th May 2009 05:33

wonderful poem!

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Francine

Thu 14th May 2009 23:24

This is just so... well... nice : )

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winston plowes

Wed 13th May 2009 22:41

hi Sebastian, really liked the down to earth nature of this. It made the sentiment more believable. Keep posting. Winston

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Noetic-fret!

Wed 13th May 2009 22:20

This is the type of stuff alan bleasedale, or irvin welsh, or even ken loach could write plays about. Nice n sincere and the grit of the low paid urban class. it is, well nice! Top one blue.
mike

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