The Lovely Mary – On The Game

Remember the lovely Mary? Mary who I gave my heart to last year? Mary who I wrote a poem for? Mart told me he’d spotted her, in Acton.

I said it couldn’t be her coz, last I’d heard, she’d moved to Somerset and was spending most of her time at Nunney Castle hanging out with a load of druggy swans.

Mart said he was sure it was her, and went off to get some proof.

This is what he came back with. Totally shocking. Looks like Mary’s run out of drug money and is back in London to get some more by flogging her cute feathery arse.

The lovely Mary is nothing but a cheap pigeon whore.

Mary: “Hey boys. Want a bit of this, eh? Check me out and my white feathery softness.”

Mary: “Check out my tight little cute pigeon arse.”

Mart reckons she was so good at working the spikes like a shop window, even he was tempted.

If you’re interested, and I’m not really, but both of these sad fucks had a pop while the one on the far right kept look out – fence hopping’s still illegal in the UK.

Mary is a slag with wings.

I wish I’d never written her such a lovely poem.

I feel like a total cunt.