More Slush
There’s a kind of slush
all over the place tonight
all over the place
you can hear the sound of wellies on ice
You ken what I mean
Just the sound of hush
and no snaw in sight that’s right
There’s no poets left so I feel inclined
to read Mary’s shyte
So listen very carefully
Come closer now and you will see what I mean
It’s must be a dream
The only sound that you will hear
Is when she hollers in your ear I’d love you
Ta clear yer path fer once!!!