My dad used to say <br />Back in my distant day, <br />When we were teenagers <br />We were being trained to kill <br />Foreign evil strangers. <br /> <br />Nowadays young boys <br />With all their electronic toys, <br />Speak like they have no tounge, <br />Whilst wearing their trousers <br />Half way down there bum. <br /> <br />Standing on street corners <br />Flooding the floor with their spit. <br />Walking like drunk monkeys, <br />Down streets half lit. <br /> <br />Back in my day, boys became men <br />Within the blink of an eye. <br />Ask a boy nowadays to spend <br />A night in a freezing field, <br />They would probably cry- <br />Call there mummy on their mobile phone, <br />Pleading please 'bitch' come take me home.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/teenage-boys-walk-like-drunk-monkeys/
