DOUBLE DEALING ?
In Bethnal Green and Mile End
there was no-one could pretend
these weren't places for rackets.
Gloves were off, knives were out,
mobsters, gangsters were all about,
bobby boots were up their brackets !
But bobby boots weren't getting up
the backsides of the twins at the top.
The twins at the top of their game
were Ronnie and Reggie Kray. Crime
was their indulgence, prison time
would greet these brothers of ill-fame.
Though where crooks fed-off each other
there was nobody that much bothered.
NO PERFECT PEACE FIND
She's living in a cottage
with roses round the door
and a mind at peace
in a world without war.
But then it's she awakes
in a bedsit with rising damp.
There's no damn peace-of- mind
with or without army camps !
YOU GO TO MY HEAD, GIRL
There was the god Bacchus,
but to you, girl, the wine-bush.
In our coupling I am heady,
in our coupling I'm unsteady,
in our coupling, girl, find I'm flushed.
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