ok, here we goes ...

                            Hind Sight
                            by Sloppy Joe and the D.T.s
                            with a big assist from Gary Bawden  ;)

  Oh, I have slopped the surly double dunk,
  And danced above the now-stained scalding seat -
  Upward I've climbed, into the topmost bunk
  of camper mine - and spilled the things i eat

  on tools, and clothes that I must still to wear
  because no changes with me had I brung.
  I've pushed the passing wind along, with care,
  and stung my better half to screams for air.

  Up, up the longnecked foaming bottled beer
  has spewed and stained the roof with easy grace
  in firelight gloom, or even sunlight cheer.

  And, while with silent, drunken mind I throb,
  and mudded feet o'er carpet drag apace,
  Put out my hand, and touched the face of Slob.

encore? ok ... an oldie that nobody but me likes ... ;)

              Depictus??
              by Billie Ernie Hindleg

  Under the bus that carries me,
    Black as the grease on CV balls,
  I thank whatever gods may be
    For my decrepit overalls.

  Smudges from axles, loosely gripped;
    I have not flinched nor cried aloud
  As blood from my knuckles (socket slipped)
    Has colored the surface of this shroud.

  Above these spots and greasy smears
    Are streak-ed paints of different shade,
  And stains of ketchup, mustard, beers ...
    I wear them proudly, unafraid.

  It matters not how loud the gripe
    From friends or neighbors, wives, et al ...
  I will not wash, though they be ripe,
    These funky stinking overalls.