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There was a youngman who went to see to sea the Queen two do a deed tit tat tit tat said the mat two the dam cat who went tic tac toe tow said Mr Mow. Who couldn't say no and then he had to go, go, go. Like Mister Joe. |
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Marilyn Monroe the baby babie of yester year lipstick pink upon her lips. Moonlite crescents excelling raydent glow,While flowing twiglet locks ole sky powdery blue eyes, shining at you ! Boo ,Boo Do; With a heart so tender with humanity too Boo Boo Do. Norma jean she was the model queen of the screen she died sweet innocent just like fragrant orange Blossom floating in the pool. Boo Boo Do. |
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M-One at turn 'Leicester' Twenty-one You fly along like a bat shooting out of Hades' Leicestershire rolling countryside Metalic Cathedral Spires wire mesh diamonds Fencing among neatly cut hedges Red Green traffic lights shout it's warning: Enter the glory of Narborough Road Braunstone Working Men's Club flashing by:- and bye Rush by and bye; Mock-Tudor houses leading on to council estates Just like the garbage that hangs about Rubbish, oil drums and lager tins broken prams and containers for trash; Ladybirds sauna lighting pink saying: 'Come on in' Huntsman Pub with ruffian crew within Westleigh Road corner - Eskimos linger, Iceland near Michael-John Carpets'Flag flutter on Eastleigh Road So on:- 'No-Go' then down we go To the glowing Oasis, where the Asians there wear barong tagalong - an external shirt Red, Orange gallons flow wherein long coats drank beers from which grow fools idiotic smoky youths, little loss money goes Then Equity, Paten, Norman, Gaul and alike There scholars of nations a'plenty abode Off Ivy Street along, along we go Proprietor - the best Chinese food restaurant Royal Chef glass menagerie within Stewart, Noel, Video Box customers happy refrain Monomorphic purport, levity of kind-heartiness Upperton Road Robert's Baptists' Church Hall Down, down past Barclay, Harrow And on we go We come across Eightytwo bar - Guileful disc-jockey flicks her dragonfly stylus prancing, saying giggly 'I love you' - homburg peacock chap over road Westcotes drive where Shree Jalaran Prarthana Mandal -Temple we declare - as we stare Forward and onward, wandering by Honyz massage parlour, glitzy dark jet-glass window Flashing neon light offering valuptuous masseuse 'Bend over sweetheart' for sadistic massochism long awaited domination creeping on, edging by Blue Piccasso sign gives wide-ranging suggestions of sexual sensations Black whips, chains, played out scenes and porno magazines Taste of Amsterdam conventions Onward sauntering, sauntering onward Hogans Bar with wooden panneling and floors Entrapped tangerine pillars, within bespectacled walls Tele monitors showing gladiators fighting a ball perched on colonial chairs, your pleasure pleased by leering, smiling gleeful girls Dashing, dashing, rushing, rushing Oldy-world Tin Drum Browsing Lovejoy, Dickens, Thackeray looking, tinkling Stephenson, Bronte its authors lined on ledges become soldiers on parade Forward, faster, quickening, beckoning Leicester City Centre |
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