....ode to the fried chicken shop....
spot on
the fried chicken shop
course it had to be clapham
wonder what happened
to all them people,
to all them wings,
to all them legs, breasts and other tings
like a hundred thousand feathers
-small pleasures-
freshie dreams fleshy themes they call it, yeah they call it
grease, bone and flesh
yeah they call it
clapham -sense
common hence,
it's < funny >
it's the clapham we all knew
dressed-up yuppies, chunder and G's too
and don't forget the misfits
this takes the biscuit
*&!Y!U!("U!)(
<hahahahaha> but its true-
its clapham through and through
to all them wings,
to all them legs, breasts and other tings
like a hundred thousand feathers
-small pleasures-
freshie dreams fleshy themes they call it, yeah they call it
grease, bone and flesh
yeah they call it
clapham -sense
common hence,
it's < funny >
it's the clapham we all knew
dressed-up yuppies, chunder and G's too
and don't forget the misfits
this takes the biscuit
*&!Y!U!("U!)(
<hahahahaha> but its true-
its clapham through and through
the fried chicken shop
sometimes you just gotta stop
and take it in//////-----
