Your Poetry Dot Com - Eastenders

Last night had a dream, or was it a vision,
of something Id seen on television,
I went to a pub in the Eastend,
every one smiling being my friend,

Then they all start to reveal their life,
their haviny affairs, with each others wife,
a little dwarf shouted get out of my pub,
so they go to a cafe to get some grub,

The rows go on there, then they go home.
a woman named Pauline does nothing but moan,
She goes on and on makes every one ill,
theres a knock on her door, its someone called Phil,

Every one knows, what each others got,
they find it all out from a woman named Dot,
then I wake up, and I remembered,
Iv'e had an overdose from bloody Eastenders..

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