I used to work with a guy called
Dent whose sister’s name was
Pru – she went off the rails when
she over spent which was hardly
very prudent. Dent went to Kent
whilst Pru cleaned the Gents to
pay off all the debt collectors.
Pru now lives in a caravan and
rues the very day her marbles
went – and Dent lives in a tent
somewhere near Brent – I guess
sometimes these things are what
some people call ‘pre-ordained’
I saw their Bailiff the other day
and he was renting his clothes
with frustration – he was trying
to get all the details down on his
smart phone – when suddenly an
ambulance went whizzing past
it was for Pru who’d got wedged
down one of the loos – now
wouldn’t you just know it and
that’s when the knickers in her
panties lost the elastic – well
she wasn’t very ecstatic about
that - I can tell you for certain –
it was probably the final curtain.
Prudence - not even a hint of it.
Blah blah blah - where's the
nearest bevy bar I need a
few schooners like pronto?