192 - Chris Part Three
There was a daily thing
At midday every night
The weather turned a horrid green
It was not a pretty sight
Unless your name was Chris
Which his may not have been
Because this was the day
He would finally be seen
He had an interview
At some posh lowdown city bank
He wore his least favourite ties
The ones that hadn't shrank
He really needed work
His friends - they all had money
They called it liquid funds
Some of it was super-runny
So Chris got dressed three times
Once for each of his bodies
And then got nicely drunk
From some hidden toddies
He had to look his worst
If he was to get this job
He had to beat the others
The rich scum-sucking snobs
Finally he was ready
To leave his watery lair
He had to make doubly sure
He had clean pond gunk in his hair
And setting off for town
In a taxi, coloured rip
He'd already decided
He'd refuse the driver's tip
Today was gonna be the night
He'd finally get some work
Unfortunately for him
It was the wrong day - what a berk
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