The Bailiffs are coming.

The Bailiffs are coming. The Bailiffs are coming.

Status: Finished

Genre: Humor

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Status: Finished

Genre: Humor

Summary

This is the poem about a squatter facing eviction by a group of incompetent bailiffs.

Summary

This is the poem about a squatter facing eviction by a group of incompetent bailiffs.

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Submitted: January 31, 2016

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Submitted: January 31, 2016

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The bailiffs are coming in a kind of force,
hamming and bang on my front door,
from an upstairs window, I surveyed the scene,
it wasn’t the first time they had been.

The woman, wearing a grey business suit
with what looked like a pair of army boots.
Shouted at me with a voice of venom,
“Come on down, I’m not standing
here all day like a lemon.”

I was going to throw the dustbin lid, but
decided instead to throw them a quid.
It was as if they hadn’t seen one before
all trying to catch it before it hit the floor.

The women won the ensuing scuffle, striking
the tall bailiff with a small shovel.
He fell like a tree in blossom bloom as
another attacked her with a broom.

She could hold her own it was plain to see
as he felt the power of the female knee.
He went down crying and holding his
jewels.  She wasn’t the first woman too
have injured his tool.

The youngest bailiff thought it all looked
real nasty and hit her in the face with his
half eaten pasty. She didn’t like that a lot,
and took hold of his little cock, twisting it
like a bit of sting she brought tears to the
eyes of her underling.

The tall bailiff, regaining his composure,
rushed over, he gave her a crack that knocked
her flat and that’s when the copper came over.
Because of the brawl he arrested them all
and I got to stay over.

 

 


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