Hello. Wow it seems like I haven't been here for ages. As I'm preparing for my exams, this was written at 10:00PM so apologies for it being rambly and for the fact that it probably doesn't make sense as my brain is officially dead. Anyway, I just wanted to write a short poem about what happened last episode. Enjoy :-)
That fiver
You're a splattered speckled hen, baby,
A click, cluck, clatter before a chick, duck platter. You
Penned a mascara will for the road and
Coined a corny whirl for show.
Should be chugging champers, yet
Scraping you off my ring, but
New I'd be a cock, baby, after that taxi driver
Took you down the parlour,
Well, stooped for easy prey, didn't I?
Rattled on, wrung the chimes; like
Your money box, baby, pounded the slit
Up to a lady Godiva.