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The Man Who Couldn't Turn Left

 

 

 

 

The Man Who Couldn’t Turn Left

 

He couldn’t turn left

He couldn’t turn left

He was nimble and deft

But he couldn’t turn left

He was just the man who couldn’t turn left

 

A coffin maker

Picket line breaker

To fly the world with Freddie Laker

With his greasy clock-card out of sight

Turned 270 degrees to the right

And scabbing is theft

But not for the man who couldn’t turn left

 

He couldn’t turn left

He couldn’t turn left

He was nimble and deft

And scabbing is theft

But he couldn’t turn left

He was just the man who couldn’t turn left

 

He’d tolerate the boos and hisses

With fantasies of clandestine kisses

While the contract manager shagged his missus

Which left him bereft

But he couldn’t turn left

He was nimble and deft

And scabbing is theft

But he couldn’t turn left  

Don’t pity the man who couldn’t turn left

 

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Comments

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kJ Walker

Thu 2nd Jan 2020 10:39

Thanks Martin.

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Martin Elder

Thu 2nd Jan 2020 09:44

A clever piece of writing KJ. Freddie Laker there's a name to conjure with.
Nice one

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kJ Walker

Wed 1st Jan 2020 17:24

Thanks Po
It's about someone I worked with once.
He literally couldn't turn left. Clocking out was ok because the clock machine was on his right, but to clock in he turned 270 degrees to the right because he couldn't turn left.
Cheers Kevin

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Don Matthews

Wed 1st Jan 2020 13:16

A person who remembers Freddie Laker... that dates us kJ

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