I like to have a bit of fun, but my son is worse than me <br />we are known throughout the village, which is by the sea <br /> <br />we've played a few practical jokes, all in fun of course <br />nobody gets hurt, and there's no remorse <br /> <br />now Alan, next door installed, a wood fire, without council approval <br />through the roof the chimney went, three studs were for removal <br /> <br />so my son and I had sneaky plan, about a new gas line <br />we installed a plastic cover which said 'no naked flames at any time' <br /> <br />we gave a fifty meter coverage, which encapsulated Alan's land <br />no gas cooking, or external fires, every spark is banned <br /> <br />you will be fined ten thousand dollars, if you make a flame <br />we followed this up, with an official letter, with no mention of a name <br /> <br />we even dug a little trench leading to the sea <br />to cover the imaginary gas line, that one could see <br /> <br />Alan's hands were shaking, as i was offering advice <br /> I'm just that kind of bloke, trying to be nice <br /> <br /> his chimney, i said, needed to be, forty meters high <br />and i would help him with the scaffolding, way up in the sky <br /> <br />his missus did not fall for this, as she woke up to the call <br />she said (Bollocks) Bobby Gibson an to your son anall<br /><br />Bob Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-practical-joke/
