The Blaggers
THE BLAGGERS
How can I stop all those pesky blaggers at my door
Haven't you lot had enough, no way, we want more
They want all your possessions, and want your soul
This to them, is not a past time, this their only goal
They're all like zombies they just keep coming back
Not one of them has any decorum; in manners lack
Make sure your front door is locked; bolted up back
Even the attic door in case this is where they attack
I want a knight in armour, to show "em where to go
Not any old toss pot, tin pan guy, putting on a show
Indiana Shaw . . . : /
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2022
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