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This is a comedy poem I wrote myself, given the idea by a friend of mine who was having a disaster of a day, used a political theme for fun.
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It was 9.30am in the morning, when that door bell rang
Its your Boss the voice said, my cars been in a bang
I did’nt see him coming – he drove through lights on red
My cars a write off, and I have bruised me left leg
I can’t make it for that meeting with that man today
Please say my excuses, you must go instead and stay
Shocked I say I’ll attend and lets hope for the best
Now you must go home and get yourself some rest
Off to the hairdresser I rush for that eleven oclock
Arrive and Jane the Junior, looks at me with deep shock
“You should not be here till tomorrow, we can’t do it today”
But me hairs a mess, I’ll upset the PM, what ever will he say
A meeting this afternoon with that Man at number 10
I panic now times running out according to Big Ben.
Grap the yellow pages, and find a hairdresser who says yes
Drive as fast as I can whoops, bang, aah, bet you can guess.
Arrive late for the meeting, all harassed and looking in pain
The PM takes one look at me, and laughs “oh no not again.
Where’s that woman this time, see she’s sent you in her place”
Crashed I said, he went through on red, and vanished no trace.
Doreen Yates
April 2007
Its your Boss the voice said, my cars been in a bang
I did’nt see him coming – he drove through lights on red
My cars a write off, and I have bruised me left leg
I can’t make it for that meeting with that man today
Please say my excuses, you must go instead and stay
Shocked I say I’ll attend and lets hope for the best
Now you must go home and get yourself some rest
Off to the hairdresser I rush for that eleven oclock
Arrive and Jane the Junior, looks at me with deep shock
“You should not be here till tomorrow, we can’t do it today”
But me hairs a mess, I’ll upset the PM, what ever will he say
A meeting this afternoon with that Man at number 10
I panic now times running out according to Big Ben.
Grap the yellow pages, and find a hairdresser who says yes
Drive as fast as I can whoops, bang, aah, bet you can guess.
Arrive late for the meeting, all harassed and looking in pain
The PM takes one look at me, and laughs “oh no not again.
Where’s that woman this time, see she’s sent you in her place”
Crashed I said, he went through on red, and vanished no trace.
Doreen Yates
April 2007
lengold
to listen to. The obvious comparison is Victoria Woods and she hasn't done too bad. I wonder if you have thought of adding music to your poem. There are lots of people here who would be happy to help if you need to collaborate. Maybe start a forum.
Welcome to Macjams.
Cheers
Len