oy there u,
i oughta kick you in your knickers. punch you in the throat,
and steal that bloody snickers.
give me a fatty tube around my waist.
i rather did enjoy it!
I'd love yet another taste.
of that american bar,
your sweets!
or what ever the damn hell all you yanks fucking eats!
I'm british and i have no teeth,
they've all rotted away.
i talk with a distinguished accent.
some might even say that we're all god damn Gay!
but when it comes to saying;
shaken not stirred!
we sound rather quaint.
I've got my briches down now brother,
oy come over here and lick on my taint.
you panzies!
i ought to kick you right in the dick!,
but i think I'll have some tea now instead.
id rather not get my briches wet, fucking bloody prick!
now piss off!
take my red coat off and shove it up your ars.
damn bloody yanks!

© Derrick Peterson