Dear family and friends please read the mail,
For I am writing this letter from a jail.
I have tried to explain everything, even why I am here,
Although when I will be out, is not very clear.
On a hot summer afternoon just when I thought of taking a nap,
Some one rang the bell like a maniac, enough for me to snap.
'Who is it? '
'Ha ha madam, its also what is it'
'Ok smart ass what and who and when is it'
'No no madam, no donkey, no when, only who and what on a bike'
'Right.. do not disturb take a hike!
'Hike! where madam, on this foor!
'No not on..., are you going to tell what you want or shall I close the door? '
'Madam it's not what I want, it's what you may though'
'Oh my, this is going to be long, fine tell me fast and then off you go! '
'No no madam not long only oval shape.I want to sell you some new soap.'
'Soap! no I dont want any, sorry to crush your hope'
'Oh wow! no soap how do you cope'
'Excuse me! ! cope with what you dope? '
'With all the dirt and bad body odour and sweat'
'I meant, I have soap and dont want it from you, so no need to fret'
'Oh thank god I thought...'
'Well keep your thoughts to yourself and piss off'
'Piss here Madam! in front of your door! '
'Argh! no not here go some where else and do it you bore'
'But how do you know madam? '
'Know what? '
'That I need to take a piss'
'Are you kidding me? I meant get lost before I call in the police.'
'Lost! Police! ...why madam I am my parents only son, their only hope selling some soap'
'Oh man what will you take to go Mr. hope? '
'Oh no no no Madam, I dont charge to go, only for soap...why did someone charge you for going? '
'What you 'bug' you 'pest' get out before I grab things start throwing'
'Wow madam I dont know, but did you just insult me? '
'Yes Yes Yes, I insulted you, now go before I can count to three '
'Ok madam, but why three mam usually five.....oh my! Mam is that a gun.....'
And this is why my friends I am in a jail,
waiting for some help and a bail.
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