The gap
‘OI! Mr! get that kid for
me.
He made me cry as you can see.
He stole my bike and beat me up,
He called me names and kicked my pup!
He’s a good boy, s’got a pedigree.’
‘You kids you drive me
near insane!
Tommy boy, you’re such a pain!
You moan and winge and agravate,
You’re the sort of kid that promotes hate!
Feeling sorry is such a strain.
‘And you, you’re older,
should know better.
I’m gonna write your Dad a letter.
Peter boy, are you a bully?
I’ll never understand kids fully.
Tellin’ your Mom when I can get ‘er.’
‘Jesus Pete, he’s such
a dick!’
‘You said it Tommy, makes me sick!
Wanna come round my house Pete?’
Nice one Tommy, wanna sweet?’
‘Let’s go and leave this sad old prick!’