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Chipboards No Solution!I had a wardrobe built, And blimey what a mess it is, When me landlord came to see it, He said, Catherine, let's do the biz! Chipboards no solution he said, Its rubbish and cheap and bad, I'll sort it out, don't worry he said, Cos he's really not too bad! Will you I asked can you sort it, Of course I can, don't worry, But let me do all the work I have on, Then I'll get it sorted in a hurry! I'll put louvers on he said, And that will make it look good, Much better than that chipboard, Cos that's no ruddy good! So here I am a waiting, For him to put me wardrobe right, Cos after all, when said and done, This chipboard looks a sight! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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