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...Morning Beckons…Morning beckons and daylight breaks, Well, it had already broke for goodness sakes! Before I finally gave up and left that door, I kicked at it again, just once more! Well hell, I'm afraid I have to say… Me landlords on his bloody way! He won't be impressed when he sees this door, But I don't care, I can't take no more! I hit it I bashed it, and I tell it true! I hit it with the hammer! Well so would you! The paintwork is knackered, oh dear me! Well stuff it; cos I really don't care you see! I tried to sleep on that couch, to no avail, It hurt me like hell; oh look at me tale… I seem to be moaning, oh golly gee! Now that really is unusual for me! But I pay me rent every month you know! And I tell you true, what I have to show? Faulty windows and a faulty door! Cor blimey, am tellin' you I can't take no more! So here I sit in my night attire, Can't have a bloody shower, oh I so perspire! Cos everything I need is in that room! Crikey, this is like the flat of doom! So me landlords gona get two shocks today! A broken door, and my temper! What can I say? Am gona tell him, yes, I bloody-well am! Sort this soddin' flat, cos I will and I can! So I went to ‘bed' on the settee… As daylight broke, oh woe is me! The birds were singin' merrily away, While I was feelin' oh so blue this day! I wanted them to stop with their happy tune, Cos I was so irate and mad over me bedroom! So there I lay watchin' the sky… Get lighter and lighter, oh did I cry! So here I sit this mornin', typin' it out! My sadness and sorrow but be in no doubt! Am gona kill this landlord, Andy is his name! And tell him true, am half insane! If it's not a burst pipe again over me bed! It's a door or a window…Oh I do live in dread! Wonderin' what the hell will be next, Cos I tell you true, am now gettin' vexed! So roll on Andy with the magic touch… Cos all this hassle is way too ruddy much! Am in pain all over, me bones are knackered, And once again I reiterate - I'm bloody shattered!! So Andy get your azz here lad! And fix me door, cos it's fitted bad! Had I been locked inside, I would have been worse, Cos the window wont open, oh what a curse! I couldn't have got out, and if it was a fire, I'd have frazzled, and me body would expire! So in a way I guess am a lucky so-and-so… But not lucky for Andy, cos he's gona know! Just how vexed I am this day! Cos everything isn't bloody ok!!! Andy Lad, You're In The Mire! So Make Sure You Duck! Cos Me Anger Is Gona Fire! And You Sunshine Are The Target! And I Never Miss!!!! And Yep, He WILL Get This Poem! He Got It, In The Neck!! When He Came To Fix It This Day! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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