Coral Hull: Poetry: Reed-Song: Early Poems: Volume 2: Forty Eight Boots

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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 2
                                                                                                              page-100 FORTY EIGHT BOOTS

Now that we're drunk
We'll take on the world
We won't pick on men
Only women and girls
We're the nutrigrain boys
And we've got to stick together
So we'll find a girl
Or maybe two
Then we'll have some fun
We couldn't pick on any more
We're in a group of twenty-four
We'll pick on her ... only one.
We'll approach her subtlely
With intelligent conversation
'... YOUR A MOLL.'
Then one bright spark will laugh
And she'll go red ... then I'll laugh
But only if my mates laugh
Then we'll get all excited
We'll try to touch her backside
We'll talk BIG SEX TALK ...
Then we'll kick her
Making sure our mates
Are behind us for support
Then we'll go away ...
Feeling all masculine
Because we eat nutrigrain
So, we put the slipper into her
Who gives a hoot
It's two little high heels
Against forty-eight boots
Hey! Look! ... Some more!
No no ... there's five there now!
Not like before ...
We're outnumbered
It has to be one against twenty-four!

    

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