That's Gross

[Bob Pacey]

A very quickly written poem for Kym, Maureen and Heather oh yeah and Marty ( The Singlet ) .

That's Gross

I've got these brand new choppers
and they are really looking neat.
But to keep the bloody things in place
is such a tireing feat.

The dentist gave me denture paste
fruit salad mix, it's really slick.
So I use it all the time now
and most times it does the trick.

But every now and then somehow
the dammed things come alive.
they move about with gay abandon
and start to do the jive.

Rattling round inside my gob
the words become all slurred.
I'm half way through a poem
and no one can understand a word.

The people in the front row
they start to duck and weave.
they start dodgeing phlegm and spittle
as little bits land on their sleeve.

The other night mate I was cruising
then as fast as you could blink.
The whole top plate went flying
and landed in this fellas drink.

The splash was like a fountain
old ladies screamed in fright.
One blokes toupee headed bush
oh it was such a frantic sight.

It caught in some old girls glasses
and tangled in the frame.
She knocked the table candle over
and the lot burst into flame.

Someone grabbed the foam extinguisher
before the fire got too hot.
but for me it was not quick enough
Cause my reputation it was shot.

So I took some drastic action
Went down to the hardware store.
I now use two mix araldite
and they don't come out no more.

Bob Pacey ( C )

[Maureen K Clifford]

didn't you get toothmix araldite Bob? - you might have picked up the wrong one