Gale Force Winds Expected

GALE FORCE WINDS EXPECTED . . . Gale force winds are expected - time to tie your knickers down All Heads bent and everyone is pushing their way across town Mouths are tightly shut - just in case their dentures out and fly Ski goggles are on just in case you get something in your eyes Flared skirts are all flying and long hair that blowing out of place By the time you get to work you look more than a total disgrace Time is spent behind the desk - rearranging all that went astray Sat there hoping the wind has died by the end of the work day Dinner - sat on the bench outside eating someone’s else lunch As the wind sends their pickle onions right into your own mush The bloke sat next to you is eating your fly away in my face hair Reinforcing that old saying - “how nice is for everyone to share” Then no worries about putting your left over rubbish into the bin The darn bits just fly out again once you have so neatly put it in Then it is all back to office - all heads down and pushing through Then clogging up the elevators without as much as a say or a do Then it is back behind the desk - rearranging all that went a stray All hoping the wind has died down by the end of the working day All signs are not looking good as the pigeons huddle on the ledge Even worse when one drops off - because another in does wedge As 5 o’clock end of day arrives and no one is in a great rush to go Stuck to their seats it’s almost as if the work force is on a go slow One fresh air freak limbers up and starts heading for the exit door Wow' one blast of hurricane winds and the guy was seen no more The thought of settling down for the night was more than an idea As we started to rearrange “We can do anything with bits of Ikea” We gave the trouble of eating - to those ever so brave pizza boys Though when we sent the orders through the guys were annoyed It is not much fun delivering pizzas - on a light weight moped bike One was lifted by the wind - once landed he was **** up in a dyke The pizza boy arrived and said that's it the wind has took my bike We piled up all the pizza boxes the pizza boy bedded for the night Then the next day morning came - at last the wind had died down Drama over we sent the pizza boy home with a tip of half a crown Indiana Shaw . . . ; )