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\"ol \" blighty\"

2 min lectură·28 ianuarie 2008

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I recall my youth, going out with my mates.

Seems long ago now, my body relates.

I miss playing football, and watching the games.

I know as \"ex pats\", we all feel the same.

A longing for custard, on apple pie.

A passion for cricket, now that\'s a suprise.

Yorkshire on Sundays, along with roast.

Dark brown gravy.... ahh Bisto... it smokes.

I don\'t miss the traffic on the m25.

The third lane lunatics, on a caffeine high.

Sunday drivers really \"pissed me\" off.

Give \'em 2 fingers\" \"hey mate\"..... \"cough\"

I miss getting frozen, down on our coasts,

The illuminations in Blackpool, the host.

Getting pelted by sand, as you walked along.

I was 2 miles from the beach .....where\'s it from?

I miss my foundation, the concrete below.

I miss that security, of being on the dole.

What happened to\" Cloughy\" where is our \"Pat.\"

What happend to \"Besty\", still getting fat.

I could do with a curry, and a few beers.

I love my \"ol\' man\" and my \"ol\' dear\" .

Give me the \"arsenal\", against the \"spurs\".

Or \"gimme \"some bingo... the early bird.

We are the whiners, put any country to shame.

Give it a pulse, and we will use it to blame .

Gimme \"ol blighty\", please keep in touch.

Talk to me England.......I miss you so much.

\" chris thripp\"

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Christopher Thripp. “\"ol \" blighty\".” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/christopher-thripp/poezie/1765218/ol-blighty

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