Arthurrexpoo Is Back! Oh my dear friend Shenni,
What are we to do?
I've just had a phone call
From Arthur Rex Poo!
He rang me very early,
Said he hadn't slept a wink.
He'd spent all night in jail,
And, was he in a stink!
Shirley Dee had dumped him,
When he hit that tree.
She took off in a hurry
And pinched his flamin key!
Now he was broke and desperate,
And begging for our help.
He cursed and swore a-plenty,
And gave a funny sort of yelp!
He said he would forgive us
For the trick we played on him.
If we bought him a ticket,
He would stop all the din!
Oh my dear friend Shenni,
It's now catch twenty two.
It's a no win situation.
Just what are we to do?
Joy Weare.
18th January, 2005.
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