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The big baggers slapper...

The great big baggers slapper

A young maid in concessions

She was neither clean

Nor was she refreshing

Smelled of stale perfume and lipsticks 

Turkish showers, constricted sweat

Red face and orange mastic 

Previous dated purchase spent

She took the slap our of her bag

A ladies make up artist

could convert it into swag

Wax on, wax off

To become a desirable wag

Slap it on suck it off

She was just a bit of a slag

No word of a lie, 

Just an arrogant punk

Thrust a little pink eye fish

With his high velocity trunks

He took 'big baggers slapper'

Into the gents cubicle crapper

Flushed his chain and

then he snapped her

shared with friends 

And then dumped her cos

The dirty slapper shagger

Bagged the Biggest baggers 

Pink fish slapper in the west

Waiting for the Doors

Waiting for the doors
Green scree on the floor
Waiting for the scores
And prams in the way
Of kids at the school
Facing the door
To open today
And begin the afray
Wait out in the cold
Successful I pray
Feeling very old
Won't be here to stay
With my son who is bold
Waiting for the day.

racbrooks@yahoo.co.uk

Zebideejones

Me On Stage!!!! www.unforgivenmusic.co.uk
racbrooks@yahoo.co.uk

Zebideejones Art

Branching out...... This one is called... 'Mother of my Children'.
racbrooks@yahoo.co.uk

Built Up

Where with all
The righteous cash
Holders and all
The mightier
Waters splashed folders
Through your
Kids last test cast
And oranges
Half time games passed
I've never seen
You run fast and never
Seen the shard
lean to heaven at last.
racbrooks@yahoo.co.uk

Absence

Sorry I haven't bEen on for a while but I feel that must now change....watch this space....!Z
racbrooks@yahoo.co.uk

The Parlotones Birmingham Last Night

Parlotones

Not much said, but the feather led
The birmingham scroungers
So we are well fed
There's brown town reminders
And carnival sheds
To the hard pumping music
Your Amplified heads
And german fat sausage
And all the accusers
Remind me of uses
The lichfield excuses
A cause for exec
The friendship extends
those you didn't see
But saw the gold rand
Then those of the sea
A wide golden, frond
A silver boy glee
A voice on tv.
A trance and a wand
free slides on the beach
You imagine the Arena
A green screaming screech
You imagine the stalls
There's no challenge otherwise
You originate the call
Muscle, keyboard and stiles
Makeup and jerk
Tattoo, blue telecaster,
Fruitful colour surprise
Your imaginary raster.
The stellar comprised
Of the fun tiny mind
Selfish disguise
So fulsome and kind.
racbrooks@yahoo.co.uk

Cannot Remember

Cannot Remember if this still works.....
oscarrichard2006

Get the Drift

At home with kids
Son snoring bids
Farewell to the wife
Gone to work
To help life
With some nights
In a home
Wiping ass
Old dying clones
I feel bad
Here with my lad
All snuggled in bed
The other asleep
In his own room
Won't wake for a boom
Oh telly is now off
Just the sound of the house
And my beautiful boys
And a little green mouse
The little green mouse?
Has stopped talking
The little green mouse
Has stopped shrieking
The little green mouse
Better keep shtum
Shut up, be quiet
Please right now!
Sick of the constant
Demands for
Non idle hands and
Beer and cream cheese
And plenty of these...
Kick him off the bed
he's not welcome tonight
As he slopes
Of to party
I can hear its
Just started
I can just see his
Hole in the wall
A small glow
down the hall
And a swirl of
White lights
From his DJ disco ball.....

Our Iris Jones (first draft)

Our Iris Jones

Your black and white
With dark round specs
Holding the girls
Within sepia flecks

Through a camera flash bulb
All the years that remind
Like the hollow box staircase
Up to Nanny's flat rise

See your happy smiling face
Or concern through your eyes
Memory of a red cord
An intercom in the hall

Some lunch and some biscuits
A lakes view could afford
The man in the van,
Whose the man in the wall.

With a veteran of Wars
pubs, work, Walsall & turns
You waited on his tea
Brown sauce, cigarettes burn.

At my level a bin lid
And its brown tea stains,
When we were just kids
Through leafy green lanes.

The tea leaves in the cup
scotch teapot leaf strains
When we were young pups
With outrageous names

With kindness and thought
There's the gentlest of love
the gifts that you bought
from around and above

Where would you take me
If you could have driven
Just where would we be
With a lifetime forgiven

Playing the lottery games
With a great big warm heart
slippers made for your feet
Grand kids and their art

I remember the treats
And the family roast
The gifts and big teddies
Christmas telly and toast

The dinner was ready
For the family time,
The clock ticked on steady
For your hours will chime.

If I peered in your heart
Gentle emotional stuff
A steady hard start
Your life was enough.

Truth seen in your eyes
When we gazed in a hurry
could ask you no questions
So I said not to worry.

Eyes once clear as the skies
You couldn't well tell me
The lows and the highs
You could tell us no lies.

You wouldn't speak
We were aware of your time
Sadness no leaks
And without a dime.

I held onto your hand
Like when we arrived
Like how we will stand
When we fire up the band

But the train won't wait
It must be on track
We'll jump on it later,
It always comes back.

See you when we get there,
When we come in to land,
we can drink some strong tea
And we can hold hands.