the scallywag.
he stood resplendant on framwellgate bridge in admirals hat
and blonde curly wig,, master of disguise so folk wouldnt twig, these secret
assignations could be miscrued, and rather than him deny and me feel used
we,ll leave folk bemused about the colorful stranger who,d travelled into durham
on a wonky donky dressed quite funky yet posing no danger.

He,d travelled through fields of golden corn, over the bonny tyne bridge
then up the old a1, over dykes and ditches and paths well worn,
by hook nosed witches that could cast a spell, swapping old mens britches
for warts on their snitches..sending goodly durham folk clean round the bend,
and others that caused bother while over dosed on cheap lager,
on the hot road
up past dryburn, past county hall and straight on to hell..
being chased screaming, by pink elephants,

will they never learn of the perils of the demon drink,
that mothers ruin doesnt keep you in the pink, best tip it all down the sink..