Local Banter

I heard obsurd words from a slightly drunk town geese.
Sleep walking like Steven Hawkings 

cider bottle inflicting brain freeze.

I ain't one of these shy folks who are stuck up, no talkative.
Put in hard labour but some say I look conservative.

Get a good bargain off the perfume lady standing at her market stall, 

near the Dora statue by the non working water fountain, wanted to say water fall.

Been talking to myself 5 minutes 

and still counting I'm still in it.

Still counting the days Walsall F.C to be initiated into the premiership. 

Then and only then would I be likely to see my hand dip my pocket for a season's membership ticket.

I'm a man of his own destiny 

create my own recipe
Street's got a part of me 

and FAM got the rest of me.

Love and blood in my arteries and love for my town folk.
Town full of banter but there's always the drama.
Way above Shameless and EastEnders saga.

Off to the Trough talk or drinks at Imperial.
Wish McDonald's delivered or at least have considered.

I know what she knows cause she told someone I know. 

Who, why,

tho'd on the sly tho 

thru her window drinking pernods.

Cleverly I heard secondly off Beverley's hills.
Some rudey sold Trudy some dodgy pills.

What a shame... 

What a shame...
Results of local banter
It always entertains..

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Sckiz1