…Ben…

So Ben is a sorta boss, I think?
Then again, maybe he's not?
But no matter if he is or isn't;
He has the gun to fire the shot!
And make them fellas do their job,
And take that task to hand!
But ya know, he's a really nice fella,
But he always makes that stand!
And shouts his orders every day,
As he trundles round the estate!
And get on his high horse and cracks that whip,
But shhhh, I think he's great!

Well let's be honest really,
I have to say that ya know!
Cos if I don't, and upset him,
He'll make all the workers go!
And leave me in a mess with muck;
And dust and wires and thingy things!
Now that wouldn't bode well with me,
Cos upset really stings!
And I would have to get him the sack,
Cos ya know, I bet I could!
After all, I can fight the fight,
And cause a reaction as one would!

But I have to be quite honest,
He really aint that bad!
Well actually he is;
Well I think he's rather sad!
Cos at times when he pops along,
His face is in the floor!
And I can tell he's on a bad day,
Cos he's miserable at the door!
And then I go and drive him nuts,
Telling him this and that!
Well, after all, I am a poet,
So I guess at words, I am old hat!

And Ben goes along his way today…
And I couldn't believe what he said!
He'd lost his bloody car, so he had!
And his poor face turned quite red!
He walked up and down the road,
Scratching at his head in woe,
‘I don't know where I put it!' He shouted,
God that lad will have to go!
At first I thought he was joking,
But also, he wasn't; that's true!
No wonder he's a basket case!
I mean, you'd think he was too!

And so he walked up and down,
With a stunned look on his face!
Yep, I have to say it; ‘Ben!
You are a ruddy disgrace!'
He better get his act together,
Cos he's going in me book!
And if you don't believe me,
Then buy it and have a look!
Cos there's a section in there ya know,
About the Lovell guy's!
And if you try to deny it,
You can't, there's no disguise!

Cos I'll plaster you all on the world-wide-web!
Oh, but you know that I will too!
So you better get me abode sorted Ben,
And get me a decent flippin' loo!
One that works would be preferable,
You know, one that has a chain!
Cos if you don't I have to admit,
I'm gona ruddy complain!!!
Of course, I want no asbestos;
Cos I hear it's bad for you!
So get it outa my bathroom;
And I'll have a new sink too!

And Ben, oh holy cow, the floor,
It's all messed up you see;
Cos I think everything in there leaks,
Oh woe, oh woe is me!
If I fall and break my neck,
Just what will I do?
Cos I don't wana die just yet…
So get me a ruddy new floor too!
Now you know I'm only joking,
Well, at least I think I am?
But I jest you not, and I tell you now,
You're gona be the main man!

That's if; you get my bathroom sorted,
Make it safe for me!
so I wont break my bloody neck,
Cos I'm knackered enough you see!

Are ye laughin'?

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