my tiger tin

dear my dear tiger tin

in which i keep stuff 'n' things

you were £1 in poundland

you were bought on a whim


since then through thick & thin

from front rooms to festivals

i cant be without you

essential as testicles


yes without you one's lost

like grime without wiley

or countdown

sans perving at rachel riley



oh my dear tiger tin

in which i keep shit 'n' things

i fucking love you

oddly my heart sings

x

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