Shit. Not again!
We had the, whatchamacallit, referendum.
And we voted to quit.
Now the pound might take a hit.
And there’s the rate of whatsit, growth.
But that’s democracy, innit?
Seems there has to be a limit with so many claiming.
So Bob says, … though he’s a halfwit, to be honest.
Dunno if that bloke from Latvia nextdoor is the culprit, really.
OK, I’ve seen him doing a bit of illegal pike fishing some nights off the bridge.
But I have to admit…
He does do a very funny impersonation of that bird, you know, the peewit.
Can’t wonder at it really, time he spends out in those fields.
Plus all the other stuff he does – comes home covered in chickenshit some nights.
Not sure that most of what he does is legit.
Probably some cowboy outfit.
Making a huge profit and paying them buttons.
Must be bloody fit, though – walking all those miles to work.
Saw him the other day on the road out past the gravel pit – soaked to the skin.
Should’ve stopped, bugger the upholstery – selfish git!
Think there might be six or seven of them sleeping in that bedsit.
Poor bastards.
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