Alchemisland

I’m in a beer garden ranting at blokes

I feel the feeling climbing me

With dutch courage to bolster my confidence I am hardened

My mother’s boy is a bard, kinship Mary Arden

End of my rope, lads, end of my rope

Slug of pint, worm of missed lip drink – ends on that smoke?

How she treats me

How she goes on

You wouldn’t have it, lads

Absolute joke

Smoke for a joint, give you a few tokes

Anyone know anyone with Yokes?