I had a large explosive * down by the riverside. It spread both far and wide. It filled my heart with pride. I * till my * split. Down by the riverside, the fish and the tadpoles died.
I ain't a gonna swim in there no more. Ain't a gonna swim in there no more. Cos it don't smell the way it smelt before. It smells like a badger's bum. It smells just like Birmingham. Or maybe an Egyptian shithouse door.
I wiped my * with leaves and grass. Down by the riverside, up and down and side to side. All along the great divide. Put the effluent set like cement.
And though I tried and tried, my rectum could not be rectified. I ain't a gonna swim in there no more. Naked women there no more. And it don't smell the way it smelt before.
It smells like a badger's bum. It smells just like Rotherham. Or maybe an Egyptian shithouse door.
I fed my turds to aquatic birds. Down by the riverside, they could not quite keep up.
And though I tried to hide, I ended up turdified. I ain't a gonna swim in there no more. It sucked to the brim in there, I'm sure. And it don't smell the way it smelt before.
It smells like a badger's bum. It smells just like Rutherham. Or maybe an Egyptian shithouse door.
My massive dump.
One big clump down by the riverside. It drifted with the tide. Ahoy a sailor cried. Could that be shite or the Isle of Wight? I see on my port side down by the riverside.
I ain't gonna swim in there no more by that shitty shingleshore. Cos it don't smell the way it smelled before. It smells like a badger's bum. It smells just like Birmingham. Or maybe an Egyptian shithouse door. And so does the reservoir.