The Sherry End - The Streets

Till the very end

We’ll be just as friends

I’ve known you better

You’ve seen my worst

So let’s invent words

When a good night flounders

And it’s over

How good it was

I tend to know

By adding up

Or rounding down

The evening’s count of jokes

Me and my ilk

Share a twang that’s undeciphered

By other gangs

That’s a thing I love about my

Fine brothers in slang

If it’s got a funny story

It’s made to me

It’s not for others in ear splash

It’s ours, it’s mad, it’s many hours

Spent laughing at events passed

We smirk at how smart

The quirk that we spark

A word which people laugh at

It sparks around the crowd

This work of art

Which we have found

I love the craze

Of the latest phrase

Amazing mongrels of conjoinment

Crazy paving sayings

Are a joy to say with mates

And girls all love the lingo

They curl right up and bingo

They go that extra smile

They go the whole damn snog

I mean it though

The joke from that one night

That was wrong

That makes no sense, really

Shorten to a word

Then to a nod

That is friendship to me

The secret handshake of three mad mates

That makes me pleased to share traits

In understanding absurdities

That mean our brains play