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Nev, me ickle mate!!I was mooching on the internet, Looking for a mobile phone, When suddenly up popped this box, Now suddenly I wasn't alone!! This posh fella called Neville, Asked me if I needed some help! Of course I got the fright of my life! You should have heard me yelp!! So I had him up the pole, I did! With questions too and fro! Poor fella, I bet he was fed up! Cos I wouldn't let him go!! But there, I have my reasons, You see, I wanted to write a rhyme, To say a great big thank you! For giving up to me, his time! And he was really posh you know! Oh yeah, typing really good! Well, of course, I can too! (I think I better knock on wood!) So Nev, here it is, a ditty, Written especially just for you! And now I'll pop it on my website! Just as of course, only I can do!! Hope this brought a little grin, Upon your cheery little face! And Nev, don't go getting tired! Cos wrinkles appear all over the place!! So have a sleep while you ‘mooch' Until your next customer pops along! But whatever you do, please Nev; dont! Burst out all in song!!! Oooer, cos me ears are sore!! So if you want a vodaphone... Shout for Neeeeev!! On; www.vodafone.com X x X Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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