A ridiculous poem to commemorate my ridiculous one day war with my brother-in-law’s new honeytrap garden parasol. First it suckers you into trying to put it up, then it instantly breaks in a horrible impossible-to-fix way, thus invalidating the guarantee, then it goes and tells on you to your unforgiving sister, leaving you looking a right fool.
Well I couldn’t let the cheeky little bastard get the better of me so I forced it home with me at gunpoint – I made it drive the car of course in case it tried anything funny – then I tied it down and I tortured it until it gave in and let me fix it.
So HA in your face you trick little Judas weasel umbrella!!!!
I say HA!
And HA again!
WHO’S THE FOOL NOW HUH?!?!?$&%$???
Hmpf. OK then.
I need a lie down to rethink my ridiculous life.
Oh and here’s the poem:
Scuppered by a trick umbrella,
tell the trick umbrella seller,
tell her I’m a clumsy fella,
next time get a fortune teller.