23 August 2012

So I gets a good idea, A cracker, truth be told, An' I thinks I'll visit Opuss, And pen those words of Gold, I pulls out trusty iPhone, The magic to begin, An' lo and fuckin' behold, The Wifi's down again!

Now I'm all easy goin' Not easily pissed off, It takes a lot to rile me, To get me right fucked off, But when I signs a contract, An' 'ands over me Dosh, I keep my fuckin' bargain, An' do not get ripped off.

I call the bleedin' office, And get through to some bird, I tells 'er that me Wifi's down, And I want it repaired, And she gives me this story, A load of cock and bull, About some routine maintenance, That's just gotta be done.

And then me missus perks up, As she is want to do, "Why not sit and write it", "An' I'll go make a brew", An' straight off I feel better, Just like you would too. And so I writes me Opuss, And drinks a cup or two!!

And now the Wifi's back on, I've 'ad me cuppa tea, So 'ere it is you buggers, I 'opes you like it, see? But if I find you 'ate it, As some folk tend to do, Then you can go and shove it, I'll 'ave a brew for you.

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