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FIVE BIRD ROAST

 A FIVE BIRD ROAST        TIM WILLIAMS            NOVEMBER 2014

WOULD YOU NOT FIND IT FUNNY ?
IF I ENTERED YOUR LIFE THROUGH A CAT FLAP,
HAVING A KITTENS SNEAK LOOK PRIOR TO ENTERING
THE FRAY AND THEN , BOSH !, TARA !,
AND THERE I WOULD BE , ALL SIX FOOT IN A CAP
AND SPANKING SHINY DM'S,
LOOKING AS COOL AS A FIVE BIRD ROAST IN
AN ICELAND FRIDGE IN NOVEMBER,
WELL IT WOULD HAVE TO BE NOVEMBER OR DECEMBER,
FIVE BIRD ROASTS DONT EXIST THE REST OF THE YEAR DO THEY ?,
YOU DONT GET YOUR AUNTY ETHEL AND UNCLE PHIL 
ASKING YOU OVER IN JULY FOR A FIVE BIRD BBQ DO YOU
WITH PULLED PENIS DOGS AND LASHINGS OF " SKULL ATTACK " BITTER DO YOU ?,
" WHAT THE HELL IS A FIVE BIRD ROAST " ANYWAY I HEAR YOU CRY.
I AM LED TO BELIEVE FOR I HAVE NOT SEEN ONE IN THE WILD,
THAT IT IS AN OSTERICH AND INSIDE IS AN EMU AND INSIDE IS A SWAN AND INSIDE THOSE IS A TURKEY AND INSIDE THE TURKEY IS DAI "THEY ALWAYS COME HOME " WILLIAMS' PRIZE WINNING PIGEON " OUR SHIRL " PROBABLY STILL TAGGED ON THE ANKLE AND NUMBERED, CLOCKED IN FOR THE FINAL TIME AND BUGGERED, A BIT LIKE ME REALLY,
BUT AS I SAY I HAVE NOT SEEN A LIVE ONE MYSELF,
I AM TOLD THEY ARE BIG BUGGERS THOUGH,
ANYWAY BACK TO THE CAT FLAP TARA !!!! WOULD IT BE FUNNY ?

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