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Fisticuffs on Boxing Day.
The heavyweights are out today ,
stuffed to the gills with Turkey,
in the festive cheer, they slaughtered beers
now ready for the rumble,
Public Houses across the land ,
get set for Armageddon!
it's time for fights, St Stephens night,
so get your boxing gloves on.
Your brother's home from Papal Rome,
and he brought home lots of presents,
but it's not enough,, to smooth the rough,
he's very condescending,
your sister Sal brought home a pal ,
and he's a drunken sailor,
so the time is right ,to start a fight,
it's Boxing Day Forever.
So fisticuffs on Boxing Day,
best give one to your neighbour,
it's been a year, had it up to here
with all their bad behaviour,
the digs will fly on St Stephens night,
so get your punch in early,
for auld lang syne, and two black eyes,
and an avalanche of swearing
It is now the feast of Steven ,
that's the time for getting even,
and you've held it sway for Christmas Day,
now let fly with a beating,
that fucking twat, giving it all dat,
was cruising for a bruising,
now Xmas day is outta the way,
so whack that fucking Loser!
Deklan Dachau (c) 2013.
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