'Good morning dear Sir', he said:
raising his hat from his head...
'I am here to order a Prefab.
There's a queue at your office door.
Please supply one as soon as can be,
a modern construction down by the sea.
Prefabs were popular during the war,
with pretty red roses around the door!
There are luxury town flats for sale nearby,
but I'm not a city kind of a guy!
A country prefab with modern amenities
is what I should like to buy.'
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