Bubba po

So you're all in great distress

that our great f**tb*lling mess

Are coming home, but there's one thing you've not considered

And it is that other folks

Have found it quite beyond a joke

That their night out has been despoiled, nay fooking knackered

Cos we have spent our childcare credit

And what a waste; now, there I've said it

So we could go down to the pub and do the quiz

But instead of jolly tests

We've had to suffer useless breasts

Running round on our behalfs like Billy Whizz

No, there was no entertainment

Based on our mental attainment

Here's the rub; mark well the truth could not be sadder

Cos in both bars throughout the night

We've had to watch the gruesome sight

Of useless chavs booting around a dead pigs bladder

So we have come home in disgust

To our home, I feel I must

Point out that Manda isn't quite as vexed as I;

Cos I could cheerfully burn the pub

It's chavvy folk and greasy grub

I'm quite distraught, and furthermore I have no pie.

Walwal

So what's your point here??

Please explain in English, cos I haven't got a ******* clue what you're on about.

Andy.

Bubba po

Erm... it is in perfect English. Perhaps you don't have as good a command of it as I.

Jye

Could you repeat it Bubba?

TelBoy

Geoff, you're wasted here mate!

Bubba po

LOL! Yep.

ajm

oh sweet Jesus! Someone DO something, the man has no pie for God's sake!