Poem

I wrote a poem about being skint today. It's called 'owed to a debt collector.'

 

im never in lately when they call :o

 

"Yesterday....Someone came and took the stove away,

and they're coming back again today,

But thats what they took Yesterday."

 

there not allowed to do that in scotland

 

I'd best move up there then

Suddenly... I've got half a pint of juice with me,

and i think it came from Barnaby,

Oh Barnaby, gave juice to me.

 

A lady who lives up the road from me has all kinds of problems with money. This is mostly because her useless husband gambles most of it away. A while ago the bailiffs called around and the useless husband let them in. It turned out OK, though. They looked all over the house before deciding that there wasn't anything worth taking.

 

Sorry Ziggy, That Jewish Rabbi Burns Wrote That Poem :WINK1:.
And His Agent Will Be Looking For Royalties :WINK1:.:WINK1:.

 

mouse ...debt collector i dont see the resembleance (cant spell it either )