harry hayes Posted May 12, 2013 Report Share Posted May 12, 2013 With apologies to the two Ronnies. RAGS TO RICHES On the census I'm a scavenger, Just a hovel to lay my head; I search by day on rubbish dumps, For scraps or just stale bread - I know my place. I look down on grand-dad, Go house to house all over town; Armed with a sack and ready eye, Purloin anything not tied down. I'm just their younger relative, On the up and up - and how! Got myself a hand-cart, Life's so much easier now - But I know my place. Dad's old fashioned in his ways, My horse and cart attract them in; Goldfish; balloons; rubbing stones, For any clothing wearing thin - But I look up to him. I'm their modern rag and bone man, A big motor lorry to fill; Copper; cable; lead flashing; Fridges; washers; or what you will. Got a lovely home and garden, A Bentley I bought with cash; Tax to me is an ugly word, An alsatian guards my stash - You know your place!! ---------------------------------- HH 4/13. thanks for reading Happy days Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cleopatra Posted May 12, 2013 Report Share Posted May 12, 2013 Good one Harry lad! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
algy Posted May 12, 2013 Report Share Posted May 12, 2013 Brilliant Harry!, keep em' coming. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
harry hayes Posted May 14, 2013 Author Report Share Posted May 14, 2013 Thank you both for reading and commenting. Much appreciated. Happy days Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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