A Poem Abaht the Slaters by Lora
It's Friday night,
five to eight,
we settle down,
we sit, we wait.
Curling up,
tea in hand,
five more minutes
and it's Slater Land.
The music starts,
your eyes start shinin',
it's the first scene,
and Kats still whinin'
Big Mo's threatenin'
to knock aht a trueman,
Antnee's scared
but Patrick's fumin.
Zoe's missin
her family like mad,
Kat's sayin she hates her
but really she's sad.
She doesn't want Antnee
to take her away,
So she tells him
she "'ates im" everyday.
Another she hates,
is the scottish scum trevah,
he raped her lil' sis so
she hates him more than evah.
Sweet Lil' Mo
is locked in a cell,
For trying to escape
from Trevors living hell.
She picked up an iron,
one fateful night,
smack went his head and
he was out like a light.
Chaz fell to the ground,
clutching his chest
Can there be anymore tragedy?
of course...
it's what the Slaters do best!