I think you all know Bob
He must seem like an old friend
But if you knew him like I do
You'd be at your wits end
Imagine, if you will
The deepest baritone
Now imagine what it sounds like
When he whinges whines and moans
Our Bob is mutton jeff
And more cloth eared by the day
Even if I'm in his face
All I get is 'what?' or 'ay?'
I shall buy him an ear trumpet
Else I'll shout until I'm red
It'd better bloody work
Or it'll be up his arse instead...
I may have already written one like this, but I don't care. The man is in sparkling form today...
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