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Jenny…Oh Dear Me…Dear fat Fred was in his car, You were going home from work one night, But your foot got stuck in the grid! And you were rooted and got a fright! Cos Fred carried on driving, Shouting or you to hurry! But you couldn't get your foot outa the grid! And you were getting into a flurry! It was all caught up in a bike chain, That was lying on the ground! And still that nutter Fred was shouting! No solace could be found! So Nikita grabbed the chain, And tried to get it off your foot, But oh cor blimey, hells bells! You were firmly stuck in a rut!!! When Fred realized you had a problem, (Well he's slow cos he's a mere man)! He got out the car, and tried to help! Cos he had a little plan! He tied the chain to the car bumper, And put the gear into first… Took off like a rocket, With your foot hurting and fit to burst!!! But after all, you got it sorted, And your foot was back on the floor! But you swore to Fred, never again! And gave that man what for! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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