She said..
Only Fools Under the Bridge

Let's play  a game.
What's the lady's name?

So I take you to the river.
My Fair Lady,
by the Waterloo Bridge, 
the Moon is just a sliver.
Shiny black boots,
loud footsteps deliver..
 
Tah!       Deeh! 
     Dah!     
             Dah!
  
Dong! Dong! Dong! 
Dong! Dong! Dong! 
Dong! Dong! Dong! 
    
D-O-O-O-O-O-O-NG!
 
On The Big Ben Bong!
(twenty-two-zero-zero)
Here comes Our Hero.


Upstairs.
Downstairs.
Under the bridge.
Turn left.
Stop.
Look at the dog face. 
From behind.
Step over the sleeping bag.
Stop.
Unbutton.
Cold buttons.
Breathe into my ear now.
From behind.
Caress my neck.
Skirt up.
Moon.
Shine on.
Trousers down.
Fly like a kite.
Cold buttons.
Bird in the hand.
And lift.
And enter.
And push.
Metal buttons.
Fire and ice.
Grab my neck with one hand, 
feel the pulse
and squeeze.
Breathe
as I come.
You wait.

London Bridge is falling down.
Butterflies are running wild.
Bunny face of smiling clown.
My Fair Lady..

I trickle.
I wind.
Like a grape-vine.
I bend.
I stretch.
And I dee-vah-wah!

"Lady, you work as hard as a MAN."
"I'm trying to become ONE."
"Kormargarn, byabee"

I do come again.
Let there be light!
The street light up above on the Bridge.
Bright.
Shine into my face.
Light I am.
Into my eyes.
Blind I am.
Shine on.
Shine onto my arse.
Buses making passes.
On the Bridge, my fool.

"Checkin out the lasses?"

Under the Bridge, my sweet.

"Kormargarn, byabee"

I do come again.
He'll push and grind.
I'll take it and wind.
Grind.
Groan.
Wind.
Moan.
Like ice on my flesh,
his metal buttons, fresh.
Raw fire and ice.
We come again nice. 

Let's play  a game.
A knight spiked a dame.
Spot the yellow cross.
Show you where it was.
By the yellow cross.

On the yellow cross I piss.
I aim.
And stream.
Yeah baby.
Fucking dream in cream.
A pool of  post-coital bliss.
Spermo-ideal  release.
Trickling raw 
Flowing slow
On the FLOOR
On the yellow cross I piss.
Post orgazmic bliss.
Sacred Spirits of the Departed Sperm,
I PiSS-you-off.
Oh yeah!
I piss on you, babe.
"Nice legs!"
Half a pint of creamy piss.
No hiss and no diss. 

Let's play a lot.
Spot the white dot. 

A white spot of 400 "children" 
on the shiny black boot.
Newborn.
Screaming.
"Geat off my FOOT!"
"Nice legs..
..but what the fuck is that!?"
"ON ya BOOT!?"
"Vanillah, ya wot?"
"Babee, you missed, honey."
"Not."
"Lick your bloody cum off my friggin boot, boy!"
"Me wot!?"
"Momma! DON'T wipe us OFF!", cries the the cum-shot. 
Don't wipe us!
Don't wash us!
Don't rain!
Stop the rain!
Put a plaster over us!
Label it "Johnson Do Wine"!
Daddy love his babes!
Stop the rain!


Hey, let's play a game.
Spot the yellow cross. 
And what was her name?
Painful memory loss.
Searching out in vain.
By the yellow cross.   
 


Vee says, 'Caught a couple
of bloody vandals
scribbling something
on the wall by the Waterloo Bridge.'
'..must go back there,
see if the grafitti's still there - take a picture. Pop back.'


1st April, 2001, We're no fools.
We f***** here.
Vee M. & Tee Dee.

Vanillah, the sicko, just couldn't resist!

22:56 GMT 01/04/2004, right by the 'bunny face',
opposite the MoMI, under the Waterloo Bridge,
South of the River Thames, London.


Disclaimer: All the events and characters above
are strictly non-fictional.
This is a true, real life story.
The names have been changed
whenever V.M. could be arsed to do so.