I had 10 minutes to fill in between lectures so came up with this...
Just last night I had a brawl with the cleaner
He’s 50 with a nasty demeanour
Born in Stafford in a two-bedroom terrace
And when he dies his wife’ll be the heiress
That old broom is some fierce weaponry
He chases me down the hall breathlessly
Unlike him I’m not a broom collector
So I hit him on the head with the overhead projector
He tries to spray me with the Cillit Bang
That godawful product with the peculiar tang
But he’s getting old and he’s in poor shape
So I sprint out through the fire escape
I was so glad that I managed to survive it
And today the cleaner got his P45 slip
He’d been having it off with Margaret from admin
His broom now lies all broken in the dustbin!
Not too bad is it?!![]()



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