Flem sat in the front
Burn sat in the back
I drove them up Mark Pile.
Flem coughed, Burn laughed.
Later, down Bloomhill Lane,
Cal picked them up,
Pushed some tobacco in their pockets
And took them to the sea.
Moonlight bounced off Flems long nose
Burn flicked his Zippo
Ankles in the water,
Cal took a picture.
Rolling in the sand,
Laughing like hyenas,
They decided it was time for pie,
So crept round to the bakery.
Sitting with the birds
They watched each other eat.
Flem coughed, Burn laughed
Cal took a picture.













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