T'was on the monday morning,
The gas man came to call,
I couldn't turn the gas tap,
I wasn't getting gas at all.
He tore out all the skirting boards
to try and find the main,
so I had to call a carpenter to put them back again!
(from "The gas man cometh", a fong)
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O to be wafted away
From this black aceldama of sorrow;
Where the dust of an earthy today
Is the earth of a dusty tomorrow!
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