at the esplanade
(not) at the reevesdale
(not) at the petersham
PUB!
before time a classy couple showed with bags of fresh lettuce wine
the usually shouting and ranting ensued
off then to the sbfplanade
to find all sorts
brown haired not particularly interesting sorts
the man from the white cliffs
and some more
pissed pizza was alright
but not as good as the mentalists
who were fab
they did their thing
they played all the grates
super music for jumping around
so we jumped around
there was plenty of this
a bit of that
and a modicum of the other
nobody had a sad face
the spirits never were every present
the lady was rather strong
some set off to paradise
the song about the vegetarian pizzeria
some music of the rock and some of the roll
just enough times
a short stint at the mans coalface
just like treveo and julio
people whom left together
and i meant it all along
a lashing of concrete
a bashing of clay
and that song about the changing diets of japan in the second half of the 20th century and its affect on mean national height...
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