parkinson

I sit and wait
Does an codling land on my plate
And do they know
The places where the salmon go
When we\'re grey and old
\'cos I have been told
You\'ve been on the wreck too long
So when I\'m lying in my mussel bed (sorry)
Thoughts runnydown through my head
And I feel the crab is dead
I\'m loving anglers instead

There you go

I\'m in the wrong fucking job


[Edited on 7/11/2005 by Charlie_Thompson]
 
And through it all DEFRA offers me protection
A lot of words and affection
Whether I\'m \"Kwan\" or \"Juan\"
And down the waterfall
The stockies they are munching
on Alpen and (something that rhyme swith \"munching\")
When I come to call the north sea won\'t forsake me

Just yet

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What more can you say....Charlie \"Ell\" Thompson......genius....!!!!! Is there anything you cannot do....?

You are a man of true talent my friend.

Jeff.

PS......Nicola says I cannot go fishing with you anymore as I do enough \"help in the community work\" and I need time to relax.
 
Ell which Ethnic Shop do you get your Cider from - its a damn side better class than what i am getting at mine - must be Triple Distilled - your next task is to come up with three full versus about fishing to the tune of


Anarchy in the UK - Sex Pistols (for the young`ns who might not know) :cool:
 
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