Seven PM,
we’re here – Stepney
pre-weekend beers
extended sesh
meek Drew meets gentle Beth
he resembles Dexter Fletcher
her eyes gelled green
she’s Renne Zellweger meets Betty Spencer
svelte yet sexless
hey sweets he creeps
pets her tender flesh
pecks her sherbet cheek
she merely tee-hee-hees
then screeches Feed me Drew!
They enter The Ten Bells
(est. seventeen-seventy-three)
where he spends freely
they get entrees, mezze, Red Cherry Reef
(the effervescent refreshment)
desserts, then creme de menthe
The wretched DJ peddles the cheesy dregs they respect
beery lechers get wrecked, then enter senselessness
she jerks her perfect feet,
he pretends he’s the Shed Seven geezer
Mmm tres sexy
Hey Beth, Drew wheezes, next week let’s see Lenny Henry
Eek! Why yes Drew! Lenny Henry’s the best jester ever!
Beth respects Lenny Henry
she resents these new leery types
she’ll never ever get them.
Next scene:
Beth tells Drew she seeks self-betterment
she’s well zen
she stretches, extends, stresses, bends every week
ten secs per stretch! she tweet-tweets.
Drew detests her self-betterment
he swerves the cheerless speech
tells her the new VW Beetle’s very speedy
She clenches her teeth,
eggy, yet reserved.
Then lezzers enter The Ten Bells
Yes, lezzers.
Beth gets testy.
See,
Beth’s meek. She’s never seen lezzers,
Beth’s never seen rebels, sheepbreeders, serfs,
Jeez, Beth’s never seen Bez.
The Lezzers explete freely, they spew phelgm
Beth eyes them, these Ellen Degeneres style femmes
her cheer depletes keenly
Drew’s mettle’s tested
See,
Beth’s never felt seedy
Beth’s never felt greedy
Beth prefers her sphere teeny-weeny.
Her Eden serpent free.
The lezzers spy Beth’s repelled leer
they send her the V
Heckled, The Meek jet
Stepney’s been sleeted
Drew bleep-bleeps the new VW
Beth’s left, she feels wet.