Tongue Twisters

Tongue Twisters

I’m not a pucker plumber, nor a pucker plumber’s son;

Properly redundant, prowess precisely none,

An oil rag in retirement, who's prone to being blunt:

I’m not a pleasant fucker; more a peasant fucking cunt.

I wish I’d picked a policy that paid a better pot;

A pot of plenty payments is what I haven’t got

I picked a poxy pension plan, the premiums’ not a lot;

I’ve got a pot to piss in, though prosperous I’m not.

Still: I see seemly standards sadly sinking, sure:

Shell-shocked asylum seekers on the seashore;

Shit showered severally by salty locals sore;

Scapegoats for the shameless, faraway offshore