Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
The navvies were round knocking on doors
They had some tarmac left and they could get more
Yes we needed the drive and a path
But we weren’t going to be in, that was the first laugh.
We trusted them and listened to what they said they would do
They would weed kill the ground and add hardcore too
The day they arrived we would be at work
But they promised crossed hearts they would not shirk
We arrived home to a fantastic new drive
Their promise they kept, is was a surprise
Until one week later a dandelion grew
It stuck up green leaves through the tarmac so new…
On investigation we made a tiny little hole
To find we could lift the path in a roll
No hardcore or weed killer we had for our money
Just a path we rolled up… looking back it was funny.
© 19/08/2012
Tarmac= Black Top
Navvies were Irish Gypsies
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