F
Frantic
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Firstly, this isn't my poem. I couldn't write a line of prose if I lived to be one hundred.....as all the Gods knows.
I read this poem years ago when it was given to me by one of Mrs Frantic's uncles. Unfortunately, I only know one verse and a few bits and pieces.
My question to you knowlegable poetry folk is....Does anybody know the rest? It's hilarious.
( in yorkshire / Lancashire accent )
It were Christmas Eve in the Whistling Pig,
the usual crowd were there.
Putting meths in their 'Vino Mucho Colapso',
and crying in their bitter beer.
it may have been a recording, I can't remember now.
Any ideas?
I read this poem years ago when it was given to me by one of Mrs Frantic's uncles. Unfortunately, I only know one verse and a few bits and pieces.
My question to you knowlegable poetry folk is....Does anybody know the rest? It's hilarious.
( in yorkshire / Lancashire accent )
It were Christmas Eve in the Whistling Pig,
the usual crowd were there.
Putting meths in their 'Vino Mucho Colapso',
and crying in their bitter beer.
it may have been a recording, I can't remember now.
Any ideas?