Scouser

by Ray Smallshaw   Jun 29, 2008


Perhaps by accident on July the first 1948,

The stork in a drunken stupor dropped me into the wrong womb,

For in those few moments I was born a Scouser,

Since then I have always walked and acted with all the arrogance of our superior race,

A laugh,

A joke,

A smile,

But we do believe in US.

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