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A Bag Full Of Snags!Me fence blew down in the wind, Gale force it was too! So me son turned up with a hammer, And a bag full of snags too! I asked him what he had, He told me not to worry, ‘With this bag full of snags,' he said; I'll have that fence up in a hurry! But he didn't have no hammer, His tools were rusted up too, ‘Oh cor blimey,' I says to meself, ‘What the hell is he gona do?' So out came the tools he needed, But he didn't have no nails or screws, ‘Oh flippin' ‘eck and hells bells,' I thought, ‘What the hell is he gona use?' ‘Don't you worry mum,' He said, ‘I will fix it in a jiffy!' And me of course tells meself, This job's gona be iffy! And of course what can I say! Except, wow that lad is good! Cos there it is, all fixed again, Me fence all made of wood! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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