A Villagers Lot
Last week a city slicker strolled in and belched in our local, told the barmaid his dick size and gave the landlord some verbal, so outside Gav slashed his face, with a blade he always carries, you know just in case. Ambulance takes three hours to arrive, back in the city the chump's lucky to still be alive
Back in the village another day yields fresh air to breath and nothing but fields
It's a far distant cry from the Camberwell Carrot but it sure entertains many a village idiot
Village life jollity all around, in summer the annual maggot racing championships come to our fete
A milk float turned over at the cross roads last week, it's the most excitement we've had since we last went to sleep
My older sister looks like an extra from Echo and the Bunnymen and she flirts with the church lads now and again
I have my own Post Office account and I drink real ale I spend my evenings defacing the village war memorial
Daybreak last morn' brother Dunc turned a road sign around, a camper got lost on the mud tracks, we laughed half the day
Cloud spotting days it's a villagers lot, when I'm older the family business will be mine, I'll sell my cheese in a pot
MtM 1995