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

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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

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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

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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

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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.