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They Need A Government Grant!They do you know, need a government grant! Because they buy hob-nobs all the time, There they are, every week, Sun, hail rain or shine! All queuing up for their pension, And working it out in their head, How many packets of hob-nobs they can get! But still have enough money for bread! Nodding and shaking their head, Muttering to themselves they are, Tutting away, and frowning a lot, Wondering if their money will go far! Cos they've gota have their hob-nobs, They are the forte' of their life! If they don't get them every week, It bodes for a whole load of strife! So they gona apply for a government grant, Cos this really has to be said, All the worrying over their hob-nobs... Is gona cause them all to be dead! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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