Poetry by Edward ian Armchair

World War 3

No more 9 to 5,
No more being alive,
No more mobile phones,
No more broken bones,
No more text alerts,
No more dishing dirt,
No more glass of wine,
No more feeling fine,
No more pint of beer,
No more feeling queer,
No more in and out,
No more scream and shout,
No more fish and chips,
No more toodle pips,
No more Sky TV,
No more Honey G,
No more Theresa May,
No more, wae, hey, hey!
No more belly laughs,
No more photographs,
No more vindaloo,
No more toodle ooh!,
No more cup of tea,
No more BBC,
No more singalong,
No more ding, ding, dong,
No more whole wide world,
No more pretty girls,
No more noise annoys,
No more pretty boys,
No more beating hearts,
No more treacle tarts,
No more soft brown skin,
No more mortal sin,
No more Jesus Christ,
No more egg friend rice,
No more cheese on toast,
No more holy ghost,
No more peace and love,
No more God above,
No more Donald Trump,
No more ecky thump,
No more Kim Jong-un,
No more fun, fun, fun,
No more you and me. No more you and me. No more you and me. No more you and me.

Just...World War 3

Edward says...

Nothing to say really...speaks for itself! Edward
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