He was the sort of
Geezer
Who used the word
Geezer
In the north
That thought every
Car horn
Was for him
That coughed
The same joke
Every time the dibble
Troubled the pub
Never a lighter
Only Swan vesta
After investing in
The carling darling
Would say
As they would say
In Russia
Muss go
Half knew the names
Of everyone
And everyone heard him so
His blue tinted glasses
Would steam into him
On Derby day
Chalked nose
Chalked points
House rules
Winner stays
He left
Behind
That tesco bag
Untold kids
Was not found for a year
Cos his flat
Was near the bins
And the Barmaids' curse
The Barmaids curse
'Till the next one stepped in
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