My luvly gentul bells palsy pete,
A luvlee man good enuff to eat.
It was hard at times wen yer gob wud leek,
Arf the time yer cud hardly speak.
We tried to make are truw luv last,
At times we really ad a blast.
But wen u woz down there avin a chew,
Yer’d only tickle arf me flu.
I luved me little bells palsy pete,
I’d tickle yer balls wiv me athleets feet.
Don’t forget your Beverly Macca,
I loved yer Pete me little spakka
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