Good man. Animals may well be the way to go. But here's mine, which is human.
The Traveller
Jesus, who would shoot the breeze
Talking to a bunch of trees?
I was – I admit it – plastered
When you anted up, you bastard,
When you wrote the cheque, post-dated.
Now your credit’s zero-rated.
Friend, your outlook’s far from sunny
Since you gave me funny money.
Then you said you’d make it right
In the middle of the night.
Some things are beyond a joke.
I’m a decent sort of bloke.
I suppose you thought perhaps
I was like those other chaps,
Easy come and easy go.
But you’ll see it isn’t so.
Now I’m off to feed the nag.
Put your money in a bag
And PAY THE BILL, that’s my advice.
I’ve got friends not half as nice,
Friends who do the sort of stuff
That is positively rough.
We’ll be back at sparrow fart
To break your legs and break your heart.
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