Quarter to Blyth, <br />It’s loud and live, <br />It warms up the blood deep inside, <br />It’s not a place, <br />It’s a time, <br />When the clock strikes to the beat I’m feeling fine. <br /> <br />I’m either single and looking, <br />Or single and lonely, <br />Single and loving it, <br />Oh time it holds me, <br />Peel off my wrapper and unfold me, <br />It’s time for my story, <br />So listen up closely. <br /> <br />Don’t ever send a boy to do a blokes job, <br />Your having a laugh mate, <br />Don’t ever send a boy to do a blokes job, <br />Your pulling my leg mate. <br /> <br />This aint a test, <br />It’s lives best, <br />It’s a feeling that’s easy to digest, <br />Its not a downer, <br />Its successful, <br />A time to be at when your feeling stressful. <br /> <br />Is that aftershave for the ladies? <br />Or is that for the lads, <br />Another drunken slideshow on YouTube, <br />Boobtubes are a most horrible fad, <br />Don’t ever send a boy to do a blokes job, <br />You’re having a laugh man, <br />Yeah don’t ever send a boy to a time that’s mine, <br />Quarter to Blyth.<br /><br />Gaz illionaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quarter2blyth/
