GIGS

                                                           

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

CHEATIN

As I gazed into the blue
I spied a shape I thought was you
Rather plumptious, Hair receeding
From this distance, A man of breeding.

Was it you or did I blunder
Could it be your legs asunder
Kicking sand up , Hopefully not
In my rage I should have you shot.

Fetch and stay were sat beside you
Playing fetch with both your shoes
I wondered, Do men ever grow up
More to life than sex and a sup

You only went to the local spar
Caught with your pants down having a jar
Talk about catching you on the hop
What could have diverted you from the shop.

Was it her from number Two
She`d do any favour just for you
Caught you at, Think you`ve shat it
This is it the time to split

Barbara Dearer was her name
Owned a shoe shop, So she claimed
Satisfaction in the sand
When you come out you`ll feel my hand

I`m not bothered , Not no more
She`ll come to know , He`s just a bore
No more moods and no more rants
No more skiddy underpants

I wish them well, Time will tell
Is it bliss or is it hell
Iv`e hoped for this, For years of my life
Thank you dear Barbara for ending my strife

A BETTER WAY BY JIM BYRNE

I like to think i have worked,
Never on benefits,  Never shirked,
The lazy man is work shy,
He`s happy just getting by.

I love those zero hours contracts,
Work one day, The next get sacked,
Government talk is such a farce,
Country`s on the up my arse.

Forty years iv`e given the state,
Just the same for all my mates,
Mouths to feed , Bills to pay,
Working men should have more say.

No jobs from school to Sixty,
Lucky if you get to Fifty,
My father before me he went and died,
I`ll always remember , How hard he tried.

We`d nowt but didn`t go without,
M`a were up before cock shout,
Hear dad thrutchin ,Constipated,
Got much farther if only he had concentrated.

Knocker upper, Round by Six,
Hale or shine waving his stick,
Happy days we all had nowt,
Days when coppers gave you a clout.

Let`s hope the future is kind to our kids,
Have lives of plenty, Not on the skids,
Did no harm ,Played out all day,
Kids today know a better way.