Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

[mythy]

She invited Dave to stay at her place that night
a blue Bedford van she called home
and the two of 'em got dead nice and cosy
as snug as two nits in a comb

Now while Rose were quite happy confined to the yard
our Dave were bored out of 'is skin
so he went out the next day sayin "I'mount the goin' for some prey
don't cook utowt I'll bring summat in"

There not much call for a jackel in Amblethwaite, but
there no gazelles, no wildebeest n'that
no wide desert plains and no pampas nor nowt
unless you count the spare field by the flats