what am i ( poem guessing game )
 

what am i ( poem guessing game )17.10.16

i do smell divine
mr lewis won't deny
crossing well over the line
only top quality is john's supply.
of course there is odour
nothing is one hundred percent pure
not quite vintage like a skoda
to cover its best if you use lynx or sure.
colour does change
often black or blue
the madness will eventually derange
god no's its true.
it only does class
lower areas get no privilege
it flows the same as my a??
in highgate its the no1 for silage.
are you any closer
or do you need a clue
spicier then any samosa
its more contagious then bird flue.
this is taking to long
i might as well copy and paste
why do you always have to prolong
your time is over and i thank you for the waste.

a talented poet

Janet Street Porter

:laugh: FFS. :laugh:

A bucket of sewerage, covertly collected from a leaking soil pipe at a house in Eaton Square, Belgravia, in the middle of a pitch-black moonless night, and transported to Highgate to your own home.

Once there, you have 'sniff-the-rich's doo-dah' parties, where humble 'folk' take it in turns to sniff from the pale.

OOOH 'tis pure bliss.

Am I correct Hog?

you are very wise kirky baby :joker:

:laugh::wavey: