Revised sonnet #180
That Funga she swills sudsy dregs of beer
And Jack the Seagull is our special guest
I find that miser more than little queer
He doesnt fancy Funga he lacks the zest
His shelter dollars prove him more than pest
He sleeps and snores on rug at foot of bed
He rolls us cigarettes and keeps the rest
He boasts a stretched out jersey hoods his head
Im white and Fungas brown I loathe in bred
Im wed to Funga care of common law
Id wear her black t shirt her nanna dead
I suffered dad I never met or saw
That Jack he dumpster dives and saves on food
His bank account has fifty grand accrued
Chorus food nosh victuals
