by Tony Gorman on Jun 6th, 2014 - 1896 Views
Expectations were high
Our thoughts were new
Our plans were exciting
We’d bunk into the zoo
The fence was high
Our trousers new
And scale this height
We had to do
We shimmed over
The barbed wire fence
The arse of my trousers
Was no defence
Inside we dropped
We knew not where
Could we be in?
A timber...