Whilst working on the switchboard once
for the emergency services team,
I came across a fatal dunce
who haunts my every dream.
his call came through at half past two
an over-excited punter
'Help me please, what should I do?
I've found the body of a hunter!
His skin is cold and clammy
he's bleeding from the gut,
If he's not dead, I'm barmy! '
So I stopped him and said, 'But...
could you just make sure that he's dead? '
the phone dropped, I was vexed
A shot rang out and then he said,
'Ok. He's dead. What next? '
lol It is quite funny Dan sleep well It was just your luck you got the smuck! smiling at you Tai
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I would like to translate this poem
This is Brilliant Dan written with perfect rythym and timing, i enjoyed it very much!