Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A Poem which attempts to dissuade you from bringing your Dolphin to Argos

A Poem which attempts to dissuade you from bringing your Dolphin to Argos
.
Don't bring your Dolphin to Argos
The catalogues would make him go "Aargh", cross
Glossy pages of catalogues that are dross
No it wouldn't impress your Cetacean
.
Though there's hot tubs and spas for the garden
I'm sure you'd see his Flipper face harden
The shopping trip would be most marred on
that sad day, the awful occasion
.
For nothing is out in the open
it's all in the back, even rope 'n
all DIY things, staff go grope 'n
there's no use for for his echolocation
.
A dolphin feels useless, almost as a purpoise
can't get a go at the furnishings, or play with the toys
leave him home with his blow hole, and dolphin song noise
No Argos for your Dolphin today.

5 comments:

120 Socks said...

I must be a dolphin, I feel exactly the same!

Erratic Thoughts said...

My Dolphin understands you....there it goes off...
You are a pro :)

Niamh B said...

you could well be Socks, check for a fin!
tks Erratic!!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Ok, scratch that. THIS is the best one!

Niamh B said...

Thanks Muschly TFE!!