Paperchase whiskey
Paperchase whiskey,
soft and yielding,
munchback caterpillar,
Yvette Fielding.
Written by the 2nd Royal Guards Artillery (Poetry Division).
Feeling Dizzy
I once viewed a cloud through the small, wound or hole, left by bullet, In the top of my head,
A cloud, the size of Iris, Who's dead, I can't remember, I think,I dun..
Erm. Some say, erm, The hole thing, head-top? right Not good.They reckon. Dunno
Written by the 2nd Royal Guards Artillery (Poetry Division).
Common Song
Separated by sixteen different fruit juices, That'll stop you, Come in here wearing that will you?, For christ's sake leave me alone.
Written by the 2nd Royal Guards Artillery (Poetry Division).
Rebecca wipes Donkey with Honky-Tonk rhythmOhhhhhhhhh.. Rebbecccaaa wipes donkey, She wipes donkey, She wipes donkey. Rebecca, She wipes donkey, She wipes donkey, Donkey pleased. Written by the 2nd Royal Guards Artillery (Poetry Division).
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