WET PAINT
Author: kenny howard

Chapter 66
THE STAND

I WAS STAGGERING HOME FROM THE RUB A DUB
ONE COLD AND FROSTY NIGHT
WHEN THE LIGHTS FROM THE CHIPPIE
I SPIED TO MY DELIGHT

I TREATED MYSELF TO PIE AND CHIPS
AND CARRIED ON WALKING SLIP BY SLIP
THEN FROM NOWHERE HOODIES APPEARED
THEY GROWLED AT ME
AND TO THEM I SNEERED

"GIVE US THAT PIE" THEY SCREAMED
"THIS IS OUR PATCH OUR LAND"
YOU CAN HAVE THIS PUKKA PIE I REPLIED
WHEN YOU PRIES IT FROM MY DEAD COLD HAND

FOR AN HOUR WE FORT OVER MY PIE
I KICKED THEM IN THE BALLS
THEY POKED ME IN THE EYE

AT LAST IT WAS OVER AND I HAD WON
LOOKING BACK IT WAS A BIT OF FUN
I DIDN'T MIND TO MUCH ABOUT GETTING ROLLED
BUT WHAT GUTTED ME
WAS ME PUKKA PIE
HAD GONE COLD.

 

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