Here's a little 'dit' my missus wrote to cheer me up!!
He walks through the door looking grand
With his pipes and his wand in his hand.
How the hell was he supposed to know,
that business would be oh so slow.
But every day, this poor spotty man,
gathers up his crap and climbs into his van.
And one more time he drives away,
to scrub carpets again all day.
So theres only one hope left for old spotty,
and that is, lets hope he wins the lottery!
Cos he will never get it through his big head,
that he should have been a plumber instead!!
Daren