Two skinheads rough, hand in hand, were walking down their lane
Rough and gruff, yes very much, and both were swinging chains
A toothless grin was flashed within the darkened lane just then
As coming up the other side, two rough old wrinkled hens
Two old grannies, hand in hand, were walking up that lane
Rough and gruff, yes very much, and both were swinging canes
Sparks flew then as chain met cane and a massive brawl ensued
The skinheads knew they'd met their match, that this night would be rued
You''re both going down! the skinheads roared as violent fists were thrown
But grannies quick each threw a kick and the skinheads shrieked and moaned
Bloody Hell! Get out of here! the skinheads roared just then
And a toothless grin flashed within from each old wrinkled hen
Two skinheads rough, hand in hand, fled back down that lane
Rough and gruff, yes very much, but both were minus chains
Two old grannies, hand in hand, proudly held that lane
Rough and gruff, yes very much, as each still held their cane
Both walked off, heads aloft
Each was swinging a chain!
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Weird Reads
PoeziePoems & Prose to read when your coffee is on the brew. A mixture of the light and dark in life. Strange writing from the pen of a weird mind. Caution advised before reading.
