NB must be read with a south (saurf) london accent!



london bar-b town



ere fred bring us another
get the beers as well
fire up the bar - b
easy now, more petrol!
susie tell the kids
get on the phone
come rain or shine
it gotta be done.

ere fred bring us another
more bangers i said
wheres the sauce?
oh yeh of course
its in the fridge!
well get out ere then
turn up the tunes
no. 4 cant quite ere us!

ere fred bring us another
beers gone warm -
the ice i said in the freezer,
thats the man, diamond geezer!
more burgers ole mate?
kids want some more?
plenty a tatoes, go on
get some coleslaw.

ere fred bring us another
sunny day that is mate
all in the garden
drinkin loudly till late.
bar-bs dyin down now and
the kids are all sleepin.
same time next week?
sunday night? yeah - great!






i wrote this after a long non-summer ie hardly any sun last year but a certain neighbour kept having barbque parties every single weekend with loud music loud raucous drunken laughter screaming etc until 2am even on a sunday night when the kids were asleep and had school - see im startin to rant!


so i thought id vent my dislike for them in a poem that took the piss out of them for the imbeciles unsocial peeps they are - shame theyll never get to read it!!!

enjoy
[Edited 3/30/08 10:38am]