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Hey Ho! Adrian!!!…And This Written From My Hospital Bed… As One Does! I guess I can safely say to you… You've had no more spam coming through! Actually lad, I thought I'd give you a rest, Cos really, deep down, I know I'm a pest! But I must admit, you're as bad as me, Two nutters together, that's what we'll be! Now you may not agree that you are mad! But trust me true, you're pretty sad! You can't spell for toffee, you need to go back to school, Learn how to read, and follow the rule! Cos after all kid, I have to say! You need to spell to become a poet one day! Saying all that, I'm being honest here, You're a really good poet – oh blimey, oh dear! Don't get a big head, cos I'll tell you true! My prolific brain is a match for you! My websites' are filling with poems galore, All about this mad surgeon, who I give what-for! But in all honesty, I'll tell you true, You aint all that bad – good job I like you! So get your knife and scalpel at the ready, Put on your glasses, stay calm and steady! Good job me giblets are already gone! Cos you can't slip up, or that wont be much fun! But the bit that's left – is the only bit I've got, It's old and knackered – blimey, I should be shot! Good job I'm human, and not a horse, Cos you'd have to shoot me dead – gently of course! Yo! Adrian!! Have you got any spam there? Or is your mail box empty, cos I'm stuck in here! Never mind kid, let's not worry, I'll fill up your mail, so don't get in a flurry! Cos now you've fixed me and I'm home at last, I'm mailing you poems – having a blast! But I will say right here and now… Adrian M, you're just flippin' great! I'm really and truly glad…and proud! To have you as my mate! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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