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Worked To A Frenzy!He would you know, be worked to a frenzy, If he got to me flat and fixed it for me! But he's always running here and there, And never has a minute to spare! When I see him fly by in his big grey van, I catch his attention, however I can! But he's as blind as a bat, and got no sense, He even crashed me garden fence! ‘Andy, Andy!' I shout out to him, But he never heard me, I just can't win! I send him a text message to his phone, And told him, ‘Andy, you're needed in my home!' But three weeks later I get a reply, Well by this time, I'd had a good cry! I text back and told him what was wrong, ‘Well I'm worked to a frenzy! So I won't be along!' So once again, I've been left out on a limb, I tell you this, with this landlord I can't win! Ask his sister, she's me cleaner, Don't tell I said though, but she's even meaner! Well now here's the truth of it all, If I'm in dire straights, I give Andy a call, And I must admit, it only takes 3 weeks… For him to call and fix me water leaks! But by that time, the damage is done, And at the end of the day, no-one won! Cos I had a mess all over the floor, And Andy, poor lad, couldn't take any more! So he went to the doctor and the doctor said… ‘Andy, calm down and sleep on a water bed!' Well what a shock poor Andy got, He's surrounded by water, no matter what! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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