Things Aren'T The Same Poem by Lee Fones

it has to be said nowadays
things ain't the same anyway's
for all love and hate
its all dire strait
nothing at all is the sames

remember when out playing game
kicking football at old window pane
old folk would moan
clear off too your home
thinking there all insane

remember when you were a kid
pulling plants out the garden a quid
they'd still have a groan
then have a good foam
pulling up prized possession a fig

now soon i will have to be finished
if not this poem may simply diminish
so remember this verse
whilst in a hurst
thats it now i finnish