[Author's Home Page]   [About the Author]    [News Page]     Welcome:    ---    LOGIN
 Through The Eyes Of A Poet...      766233 Poems Read


It's the Rip-Out Gang!!!


Oh blimey, any minute now!
The rip-out gang will arrive!
I don't know what to do, what to expect,
And wonder if I'll survive?
You see, they're going to rip my kitchen out,
Oh woe, oh woe is me!
I won't be having breakfast or dinner,
And I won't even have me tea!
They'll throw it all on the garden;
Like the lady down the way!
And they broke her heart you know!
And she cried her eyes out all day!

It's ok to throw mine on the garden though,
Cos I aint got no flowers!
And anyway, it's just as well,
Cos they leave it there for hours!
So I've been up since 6.30am this morning,
Ready for the mess!
They were supposed to be here for 8am,
But they are late; I guess!
Cos now it's almost 8.30am,
Oh blimey, what a laugh this is!
Cos I could have had a lie in,
But instead I had to go like billy wiz!

So up I got to be able to take my time,
Cos I'm as knackered as can be!
Well anyway, shuruuuup!
Cos this body's totally wrecked you see!
I had to get up at 6, to be ready by eight!!
Cos me bones are all kaput,
And wait for the barrage of mess and dirt,
And all that bloody soot!
And cos me ruddy heating is off I'm as stiff as a corpse,
And twice as bloody cold;
Oh gawd help me, what will I be like,
When my body's all bent and old?

So here I am a-sitting and waiting so demure,
And of course, nice and quiet!
But the gang aint here, so there aint no noise;
But they'll soon have a bloody riot!
Cos I'm still sitting here, squashed up;
In the broom cupboard with the junk!
And by the time I'm out of here,
I'll be full of ruddy gunk!
Cos the mop and bucket, brush and shovel,
Are in here with me!
And there I am, hidden out of sight,
Cos there aint no room you see!

So me kitchens as empty as can be,
And its looking oh, so sad;
And when it's done, I have to say;
I'll certainly be flippin' glad!!
So roll on the day when they've been and gone,
Providing they get here!
And I'll tell you this, I'll jest you not,
They're getting a bloody thick ear!
Oh woe is me in my saddened plight;
I'm going to knock them all flat!
Cos keeping me waiting all this time,
Well I'm not having that!

And this broom cupboard seems to be-
Getting smaller by the minute!
And every minute seems like a ruddy hour or two!
While I'm sitting in it!
And when they come back again next week,
Mark my words if you dare!
If they aint on time, and I've been up all day,
I'll knock them into the thin air!
So now it's almost 9am; and
No sight of them to be seen, no men in sight!
You know, I can just see it now;
I'll be sitting here like this until tonight!!!

Oh rip-out gang, where are you all?
 I bet they're having a cup of tea!
While I'm still sitting in the cupboard;
And not a drink in sight for me!
And when they finally arrive I swear it,
I will be telling them all straight!
I'm not getting up early! Next time you turn up,
Make it after bloody 8!!

It's all gud innit!!



  Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades  




Vote for this poem





Sign Guestbook Read Guestbook

christmas3

christmas3

christmas3
  [ Poetrypoem.com ]   [ Privacy ]   [Terms ]    [ Start a Free Site ]   [ My Poetry List ]
     ©2000 - 2022 ---------- Individual Authors of the Poetry.   All rights reserved by authors. 
poetry2071     dcdrifter      smallsteps      mypoems477      pete  View All Poets
Newest Item: WHEN I WRITE AND >SIMPLY< RHYME A ++_PO
WHEN          I          WR ... More
Added: 2024-03-29  My Poetry List  PoetryPoem.com      Get a Free Site       Blogs     Stories     Premium Sites