I once knew a feller called Bruno Keller,
Who worked in a cellar where he ate is paella
And chocolate nutella, and drank a lot of wine.
His friend Consuela Mellor was a Bank clerk-teller,
And along with Della Weller they were on the Bank's front line.
They both knew Uri Geller and his dad the diamond seller,
Who became a perfume smeller just to fill up his spare time.
And his uncle Joseph Heller, wrote books whose sales went stellar,
But were just as oddball as this short and quirky rhyme.
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