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Originally Posted by waterhog
after christmas poetry sale - blame - your seduction 27.12.15
come in and come closer
it is the sale of the century
this deal is hotter then any samosa
i insist its one at a time policy entry.
you have everything you need
all at a bargain price
self advertising is this feed
a phone box advert that will entice.
70% off my dignity
so 30% is a deal
cram in now and feel the humidity
what your eyes see is real.
yes you can haggle
try and get me lower
i am as solid as a rock and no fraggle
not even tempted if you are a good blower.
10% more and not one more penny
so you are paying less then a third
i have been robbed by many
at mathematics i was no nerd.
only 20% left to hold
i can make one more reduction
your skill has left me cold
my poetry is free and i blame you seduction.
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Nice poem, Waterhog.
CHRISTMAS TELLY
Oh what happened to the Christmas telly
As I stare at the box, filling my belly
With turkey and mince pies
Till they come out my eyes
Watching the box, there's nothing on
Please ITV, BBC, I mean, come on
You get paid huge sums to make TV shows
And what you you screen, Heaven knows
Just absolute rubbish from wall to wall
Look I am by no means a know-all
But I know my stuff
Not meaning to be gruff
I know what's good
Like a good Brunt should
TV telly at Christmas is ****e
And for this I'll fight
Better TV shows I want now
How the heck we get 'em I know how
Put on a DVD of my choice
No, no, not the Best of Max Boyce!
A horror film for me
Look, come and see
Dracula, tis the title of the DVD
Not really fit for Christmas TV.