Shiremoor Girl Lout Poem by Geoff Todd

Throw it at your feet,
Clogging up the street,
No tidy place for us to meet,
All because you had to eat,

Foul mouth lout,
What do you care about?
Your feeding your face,
Your presence a waste,

Tracksuit and trainers,
Thinking that your an entertainer,
You have no manners,
No idea of grace,

Not a care in your head,
I think your misled,
You cant even tie your own lace,
What a waste to the human race.