Comforted = Comfort ted
A poem by Joy Rice
My name is teddy gaga,
I am a party ted.
I like to knock back the Baileys
and get right off my head.
We doing the latest craze -
it's calked neknominate.
But ooh- er all those Baileys
haven't left me feeling so great.
The street angels helped me
they showed me love and care.
They mopped me up, gave me a lollipop
and offered me a prayer!
I was struggling in my high heels
and to the street I drops.
Thank goodness for their comfort
and for their free flip flops.
My head was throbbing,
my feet ached, I was a very sore ted,
But thanks to the angels comforting me -
I am on my way to being sorted.
They gave me a holding cross
and told me about our saviour.
Now I'm saved, too.
Cut down on the booze,
no longer a little raver.
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