- Wed Dec 03, 2003 10:47 pm
#130773
the afternoons we've had our last,
the ship has sailed... the time has passed,
getting up early we must now,
at least we are rid of that coxy cow,
onto the flagship moyles does go,
the ratings falls he must try to slow,
radio 2 is where the people are,
putting old tel on in their car,
but it isn't for me cos I'm not sad,
although I am posting this poem so I am a tad,
so will the team bring the masses back?
or will Rachel just resemble sad sack?
I'll listen to them on my way to work,
I'm stopping now cos I feel like a berk.
Stick that up your arse Andrew Motion
the ship has sailed... the time has passed,
getting up early we must now,
at least we are rid of that coxy cow,
onto the flagship moyles does go,
the ratings falls he must try to slow,
radio 2 is where the people are,
putting old tel on in their car,
but it isn't for me cos I'm not sad,
although I am posting this poem so I am a tad,
so will the team bring the masses back?
or will Rachel just resemble sad sack?
I'll listen to them on my way to work,
I'm stopping now cos I feel like a berk.
Stick that up your arse Andrew Motion
I'm 4ft 5 (wide) so at least the fat b*stard is true.