Category: poetry

  • Covid BOLLOCKS (Boris needs a kicking)

    By Christ it’s hotTakes the strength that I’ve gotTo sit down on my bottom and eatHad a Chinese todayAs I faded awayCuz last night I was washed off me feetNow the weather is direAnd my balls feel on fireLike I’ve scorched off me old a scrotal sacBut it’s never a dramaAnd as I call it… →