There were no ‘gays’ in those days, only ‘funny’ men.
Enter Mrs Thomas: ‘He’s a bit effeminate
That Maurice. “Funny”, if you ask me.
Bringing his “friend” home on leave
The two of them in bed and her bringing in the tea.
His own mother not knowing. It will end in tears.
What do they call themselves nowadays?
Course, she brought it all on herself. (Queers!
That’s it.) Spoiled from the word go.
Too nesh to play out in the street.
The other boys were rough, and Ho! Ho!
He might be led astray. Him, led astray?
Mind you, it’s none of my business
Live and let live, that’s what I say.
Although, to be honest, if I had my way
I’d put the pair of them on show in the zoo.
I mean, what do they see in each other?
I mean, what do they actually, pardon the expression, do?’