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What's In A Name?


He would never own a pet, my bro',
‘I'm never having a dog no way!!
Cos all you get is hassle!'…he'd tell,
Then what a shock I got one day!
He came to see mum when I was there,
Visiting as we do…
And in he walked, with…a dog!!!
And the air was nearly blue!

‘I'm sick of this thing!!' He told me!
‘I must have been bloody mad!
I had a flamin' brain storm! He said,
And now my life's so bad!
‘Why, what's the problem? ‘I asked,
As Jimmy turned and glared my way…
‘I'm sick of it, I really am!'  He spat,
‘I'm up the wall every flippin' day!'

I was laughing my head off, I was!
Cos he really didn't find it fun!
And I said to him, I did…
‘Jimmy lad, what have you done?'
‘I got it for the kids!'  He snarled,
‘But they won't take him out…
It's the biggest mistake I've ever heard!'
Well of that were was no doubt!

‘I have to take it out 3 times a day,
Cos the kids don't wana know!
So there I am, morning noon and night,
And what a bloody show!
‘I have rubber gloves in me pocket!
And a shovel in me hand…
And there I go - a poop scooping!
And it don't feel very grand!'

Well did I laugh, I couldn't help it!
You should have seen his face…
And all because every day in the park,
The poor lad fell from grace!
Then I went to a night out at the pub,
Me my other bro and Gill,
And there was Jimmy, prancing around,
Raking the custom in!

Doing his D.J stint he was,
Jiving all round the floor…
Then up he jumps, off the stage,
And said to me, ‘guess what these are for?'
Well I needed a bucket for me tears,
As they tripped all down me face,
Cos there they were, in all their glory!
The rubber gloves he held with distaste!

Then he brought out of his other pocked,
A plastic carrier bag inside out,
‘What's that for, Jimmy?' I said,
‘Grrrrrrrr,' he snarled as he let his anger out!
I take them the park every day,
And when he does a poop,
I have to pick it up, and bring it home!'
The plastic bag and me scoop!'

We laughed, we really did, we laughed…
Sitting in the pub that night!
While Jimmy, glared at us…
For laughing at his plight!
And in future when Jimmy has a brain wave,
He told us to put him off it fast!
Cos at the end of the day, it has to be said,
That lad's no longer got any class!

Funny though aint it!!!





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