today i got a telephone call
Lee I've lost my golden ring
asked if i could have a scrawl
with my metal detector thing
hour after hour searching
it was nowhere to be seen
then i did some researching
apparently it's got a shiny sheen
then started to get hungry
had something for my lunch
it was extremely crunchy
then i had a swig of punch
feeling slightly light headed
i had a little tinny nap
in some straw well bedded
someone probed me in the back
it was the farmer big butch
excuse me sir what you doing
over theirs a rabbit hutch
then i started knowing
must have drank far to much
now moving very drastic
my detector i did clutch
then got text Lee its plastic
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