Beard Poetry

I have two books of poetry in my house.  They are by Rudyard Kipling, and also Dylan Thomas.  I have attempted to channel their respective energies, whilst composing this little ditty. It's dedicated to anyone who's ever had a nasty surprise:-

I dont know what to do

My big vein is black

My nuts are slack

‘N my piss comes out like glue

From just a little screw?

I don’t want none of this

I hope it’s not the syphilis

I need a magic brew

I have some rotten pooh

My wood ain’t back

My sex is off track

And I got it from you

There’s only one thing to do

While I lie here dying

Is to make you hear me sing

“I hope that you are too”

you fucking skanky bitch, die die die.

The truth be told, I'm not really much for Thomas.  I like "Under Milk Wood"  but only when read by Richard Burton.  The sexy voice dead bastard.

P.s. wear a mac, boys and girls.....clunk click, every trip.