Letters from Ashganistan

A wish a had a jackpot winnin ticket,

A wish a had a boat moored on the Tyne.

A wish a had a nose so’s a could pick it,

Not stuck with this monstrosity that’s mine

A wish that a could keep a gorlfriend langa

Than summa cowlds a had when a was young.

But that’s not me, aal elways drop a clanga

Add scream and shoot but fear add borst a lung.

A really shouldn’t stress av got me freedom

A divvent taak ta folk a divvent na

But howldin hands is summit a believe in

Add even Dee it wi a smelly gwar

Ah fuck, I really wanted to soond clivver

And write a poem that everyone could read

A guess am not a bloke who can deliver

A hate being nice, I wish that y’all was deed.

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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