The Pub
I once knew this cock I thought he was queer He couldn't touch the whiskey He wouldn't drink the beer He tripped on his shoes He stumbled with words Had no time for lads Less time for the birds I showed him my pistol I showed it for laughs The damned thing went off It cut him in half He dropped where he fell He died fast enough If it weren't for the mess I’d be back in the pub
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Robin
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