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Ben The Wotsit Boss; From The Wotsit Place!


Now Ben's the wotsit boss from the wotsit place;
Over the road, you know!
Were he is surveyor off all he'll see,
As on his travels he'll go!
But I guess if I have to be honest,
He aint all that bad!
Except, now don't you tell him,
But his hair is pretty sad!
So I moved into my bungalow,
One cold and frosty morn,
Well, actually it was later;
It was sorta round the dawn!
Cos it was dead dark at night, well,
I think it's cos it was winter time,
And I was freezing cold,
Cos I didn't know how to set the heating time!

Cos they had the heating put in for me,
Oh golly, what a shock!
I didn't know landlords do this stuff;
You could have hit me with a rock!
Cos the surprise I got was mega,
You see, it's a bit like this and that!
All the work that's being done in my abode,
Almost knocked me flat!
So I sit here so demure, you know,
Nice and quiet and such!
Well, ok so I exaggerate,
Cos I know I'm too bloody much!
But that's cos I'm a nutter,
Well, what can I say to that?
But I warn you Ben don't agree,
Or I may just knock you flat!

So then, let me see now,
You came to my home that day!
And wrote on a load of papers,
And this is what you'd say!
‘We will do this that and the other,
But don't know when, what a pain!
But when I do, I assure you Cath,
I will come a-calling again!'
So I said ok to that,
Cos at the end of the day I have to add,
You Lovell boys are pretty cool,
In fact, you aint too bad!
But ya know what Ben?
I have to tell you this here and now!
If you mess with my bungalow, and wreck it,
I'll kill you off, somehow!

Cos I'm a little bit knackered ya know,
Well let's face it, you've seen me walk!
All hip-hop and twisted and bent,
But my forte' is that I sure can talk!
I think that's why I'm a poet you know,
Cos I talk and gab a lot!
Now Ben, don't you dare agree with me,
Or you will be ruddy shot!
Now I know you're a sorta boss,
Have I got that bit right?
Well if you are, I have to say,
For a boss, you look a sight!
You're hair's always messy, then again,
You aint got much have you!
So I guess that doesn't count;
So it will have to do!

Cos it's not as if you can style it,
You know, cos you aint got a lot;
Its sorta thinning here and there –
Oh blimey, I'm gona get shot!
But there ya go, I said it now,
And I won't ever retract!
It's a good job I don't work for you,
Cos I think I would be sacked!
You pop in here and check the work,
And make sure all is well…
And if it aint, I bet my life,
You give them fellas hell!
But Ben you know I'm kidding,
Well, I don't know if that's true!
So I will rest my case, and hope and pray;
You get me a ruddy loo!

Oh blimey Ben this is in print,
You're going on world wide show!
Cos this is also in my next manuscript,
In me next book you know!

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