We called at the store for our order
Receipt in my hand fully paid
Assure when we bought not a problem
But there on the floor it now laid
The manager came forth with excuses
An assistant who’d caused it was sacked
His fork-truck had caused devastation
Which left our new purchase all cracked
Our plumber would have to be cancelled
So who would be paying his bill?
Of course said the manager he would
But first there were forms we must fill
A shovel appeared near our purchase
With brush and a lad started new
To sweep up the shards of ceramic
That now left us needing a loo
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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