The Punk With The Stutter

He would have made Robert Daultry proud, that punk with the stutter strolling around Piccadilly Circus proclaiming, “g-g-g-god i-i-is d-d-d-dead and s-so is h-h-his m-m-m-mother” Three square meals never escaped him. And he was a whore when it came to downin Reds and Windowpane. His Dad’s name was Alfonso, His mom’s was Sadie. They never missed Sunday night mass but often forgot his name. Stuttering was never a problem. Sept of course when he was back in the army, and was prone to holdin onto hand-grenades a wee bit too long - W-w-w-won, t-t-t-two BABOOM!!!! He had a wife named Camille. She wasn’t very fond of him either. But he didn’t give that no mind - He was too busy sauntering barefoot round the cobblestone square waiting for the Queen to arrive.