Oi you, PPI man! Stop calling me

My phone fell in the rice pudding.

You may well ask me why.

A man rang me

during Elsie’s tea

asking if I had claimed PPI.

 

I find this bloody annoying.

They ring me all the time.

Thanks to you

my phones covered in goo.

These phone calls should all be a crime.

 

Sticky icky rice pudding.

I can’t think of anything worse.

If my phone won’t charge,

my rage will be large.

You’ll feel the wrath of my curse.

 

So please stop your pestering phone calls.

You keep interrupting my day.

I’ve enough to do

without calls from you.

I wish you would just go away.

 

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