Age Of Consent

In a sleepy seaside town
nowhere near the sea
I tawt I taw a putty tat
all itchin’ with a flea
the flea though was a scratchcard
for the local lottery
and putty tat found cherries
not one
nor two
but three

He skipped off to the newsagents
to see what he had won
perhaps he’d take a mini break
a week under the sun
in a real seaside town
somewhere near a sea
with cat nip flowing on demand
and prawn cocktails for his tea

Alas his dreams were shattered
the shopkeeper was mean
as little scratchy putty tat
couldn’t prove he was eighteen

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