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Jeez, I knew that last pint was a mistake
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Just seen a JCB go past with an upright piano in the bucket!
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Out of the pub window, the digger crawls up and down
A JCB bucket above the local pub,
the fumes and clatter of the street,
a piano in the bucket;
they are building in the street
knocking down a row of houses
enveloping the inner town
on a day with rainwater everywhere, a bitter
November wind, a southerly like this
will have them straining...
A JCB bucket above the local pub,
the fumes and clatter of the street,
a piano in the bucket;
knocking down a row of houses
on a day with rainwater everywhere, a bitter
will have them straining...
16:53 Sat 24th Nov 2012
When Mr P's late granny moved house, they put her piano in the back of a pick-up and stupid here got the (illegal) job of sitting in the back with it. God knows why I had to sit in the back. If it had fallen out it's not like I could have caught it or anything. So I was sitting beside it like I was playing it. Was almost tempted to do a wee tune, but after 3 blind mice and doh a deer I'm stuck.
She was only moving about 2 miles, and it was on the country roads, but we still passed a few folk that laughed out load.
I was so embarrassed.
She was only moving about 2 miles, and it was on the country roads, but we still passed a few folk that laughed out load.
I was so embarrassed.
Out of the pub window, the digger crawls up and down
A JCB bucket above the local pub,
the fumes and clatter of the street,
a piano in the bucket;
they are building in the street
knocking down a row of houses
enveloping the inner town
on a day with rainwater everywhere, a bitter
November wind, a southerly like this
will have them straining
to secure the strings,
anchored on their clavier moorings.
Inside the chattered-laid pub, three men
natter and hatchet the week’s events,
An old bull, with his dog, sits up in his seat,
steadies himself for another pint.
He sees the forlorn piano crossing
from across the street, reverberating
No 2sp sitting there playing Three Blind Mice, Zac looks up;
they’ll be after his place next.
A JCB bucket above the local pub,
the fumes and clatter of the street,
a piano in the bucket;
they are building in the street
knocking down a row of houses
enveloping the inner town
on a day with rainwater everywhere, a bitter
November wind, a southerly like this
will have them straining
to secure the strings,
anchored on their clavier moorings.
Inside the chattered-laid pub, three men
natter and hatchet the week’s events,
An old bull, with his dog, sits up in his seat,
steadies himself for another pint.
He sees the forlorn piano crossing
from across the street, reverberating
No 2sp sitting there playing Three Blind Mice, Zac looks up;
they’ll be after his place next.
Haven't seen it yet, alba, [email protected]
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