Imagine yourself on Fleet Street
where many a journalist has sailed
reeking of smoke and public bar beer
with the meaty stories they had whaled,
and columns taller than is Big Ben
when it came down to content.
Huge headlines for the morning
and tall tales helped pay the rent.
But truths were also to find their place
in printed papers we know as the news,
and justified the mast-headed journals
and journalists who up Fleet cruised.
A BARED BEAUTY ?
She lay on her bed
in sure sexy underwear.
By her pillow sat
a fluffy Paddington Bear.
Our love-making over -
find warm and snug -
oh boy ! I gave the girl
a big Paddy-Bear-hug.