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Are Yer Speakin' To Me?Oh dear me, poor Adrian, Poor fella's up the wall, Cos he ain't got no speakers, And he don't know who to call! Now I told him he should have sound, In that new computer there, But he ain't, and ain't got a clue, And now he don't even care! He started gettin' narky, And his face went really red, He is a little tinker, I'm afraid it has to be said! ‘Are yer speakin' to me?' I asked him, cos he was really sad, And yep, the reply came back… That's he's feelin' really mad! His tower made some noises, But he didn't have no sound! Then he told me he's got no speakers! That's why the flippin' sound can't be found! So I told him, yes I did, I said; ‘Adrian son, you've got no idea,' ‘On computer literacy and all that stuff!' I just thought I'd make that clear! But golly gee and what a shock, Poor lad actually pulled a face, Sittin' at his computer, This lad sure fell from grace! I can see him sittin' there now, All dresses up in his suit, (Cos he's dead posh is Adrian)! And don't tell I said, but he's real cute! Anyway, there he is a-sitting, With a scowl on his little chutchy face, So I thought I'd send a ditty, So his blues I'd help to chase… …Only… I think it was me that made him sad, Those sullen eyes, and disheartened look, And all cos he's got no speakers… So I think I better duck! Cos when he's got me under the knife, He might have a gleam in his eye, And think ‘yes! It's pay back-time at last!' And I think he'd make me cry. Narr, he wouldn't really though, Cos he ain't got the heart, Well, at least I hope so! I'd better check before he starts! Now Adrian dear, don't sweat it, Don't you worry lad, Cos after all, when said and done, Your computer literacy ain't too bad! Well, lets face it... I gota stick up for him don't I! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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