Father was a spotter,
Mother couldn’t dance,
My son is sharp,
And my sister’s in France,
Picture Restoration,
Like a bollard,
A-Team or A-Plan,
Lets talk about Jimmy Bullard,
Tesco Corporation,
Art for no reason,
Makes perfect sense,
Art for salutation,
Cor what a bloody mess,
The Railways are here,
Big iron pig,
Electric not steam,
But no Anton Fig,
Eight sweet carriages,
Makes a world full of love,
Rest in peace,
My sweet little dove,
Cor what a bloody mess.
By Mark Cuttings a security monitor observer at the Tesco in Eastleigh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem made me smile because of the way it swayed in my head when I read it. And I totaly agree with you :)