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He Made A 'Mesh' Of Me...I'm The Supersonic, Bionic Woman! Oh dear me, oh no! He's definitely getting old! Cos honest, I had to remind him! (I've gota be quite bold)! I tell him all the time, I do, My name and details and stuff! Yet he always forgets about it all, For his memory is really rough!! I told him he needed to sleep more, Cos he's got them crows feet on his eyes, All cobwebby, you know! Well it's really no surprise! After all, he's flippin' ancient! So a birdy told me so! Well after all, he can't tell me… Cos he's that old he doesn't even know! I try and make allowances for him, You know, cos he's old and stuff! But he gets on me nerves sometimes, He thinks he's oh-so-tough! Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. He made a mesh of me! Oh cor blimey and sugar plumbs, He almost put me off me tea! After he had finished with me, I was in such a state, And I went and missed me dinner…! Cos he was running very late! But no sweat, no worries… He told me he was on his way…! With a big rubber tube, and a greasy lube… He'd discharge me that very same day! He made a ‘mesh' of me that's true, But I really have to add… He's the best surgeon there is for the job, And he's really not two bad! ...And... He Made Me Supersonic ...And Bionic... It's All Good Innit! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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