Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

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Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Tue Jul 26, 2011 8:15 am

Don't blame me for this Bob reckoned it was time to start another one and this sprung to mind after I received an estimated electricity account - and when I asked why I was told it was because he couldn't read the meter because of the dogs. Since the meter box is 6 feet away from the fence that separates it from the dogs I was just a tad annoyed. Think their meter reader is a lazy old B :evil:


It’s all about the Meter


You knew he was coming, dogs started to bark
he was old and quite cranky a veritable nark
with his clipboard and folder tucked under his wing
and a hand held electrical power scanning thing.

He didn’t like dogs he had told me before .
A crescendo of barking was raising the floor.
That the dogs didn’t like him was easy to see.
Not the right bloke for this job I think you’ll agree
MKC
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Re: Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Tue Jul 26, 2011 9:27 am

so how come this dropped down the page by 3 posts all put up ages ago - Was the topic that bad??? or are the gremlins out there again?

Oh OK I get it - they are stuck like glue :lol: :lol:

Sorry - slow learner, come from Ipswich - sometimes explanations required. :?
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Re: Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

Post by Wendy Seddon » Tue Jul 26, 2011 4:37 pm

You knew he was coming, dogs started to bark
he was old and quite cranky a veritable nark
with his clipboard and folder tucked under his wing
and a hand held electrical power scanning thing.

He didn’t like dogs he had told me before .
A crescendo of barking was raising the floor.
That the dogs didn’t like him was easy to see.
Not the right bloke for this job I think you’ll agree

...and a few other things that he really hates,
he doesn't like fences or hedges or gates.
But give him a thingy that beeps and assesses
and he'll persevere, ignore such distresses!
Wen
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Re: Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

Post by Bob Pacey » Tue Jul 26, 2011 9:25 pm

You knew he was coming, dogs started to bark
he was old and quite cranky a veritable nark
with his clipboard and folder tucked under his wing
and a hand held electrical power scanning thing.

He didn’t like dogs he had told me before .
A crescendo of barking was raising the floor.
That the dogs didn’t like him was easy to see.
Not the right bloke for this job I think you’ll agree

...and a few other things that he really hates,
he doesn't like fences or hedges or gates.
But give him a thingy that beeps and assesses
and he'll persevere, ignore such distresses!
Wen

Now dogs are good judges I tell you, what's more
they knew that he was coming, before he made the door.
So as he turned the handle they started to howl.
but what got him moving was the kelpies low growl.

He dropped the clipboard and froze right in his tracks
A little pool of water trickled from his underdaks
he vaulted the railing , cleared the garden in one bound
Hit the path at full speed, and sprawled on the ground.

BP
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Re: Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

Post by mummsie » Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:10 pm

He swore and he cursed ''you'll pay, wait and see''
as he winced at the blood on his elbow and knee,
and just as he righted himself to his feet,
them dogs came a running, their job not complete.
the door is always open, the kettles always on, my shoulders here to cry on, i'll not judge who's right or wrong.

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Re: Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

Post by Wendy Seddon » Wed Jul 27, 2011 9:44 am

You knew he was coming, dogs started to bark
he was old and quite cranky a veritable nark
with his clipboard and folder tucked under his wing
and a hand held electrical power scanning thing.

He didn’t like dogs he had told me before .
A crescendo of barking was raising the floor.
That the dogs didn’t like him was easy to see.
Not the right bloke for this job I think you’ll agree
MKC

...and a few other things that he really hates,
he doesn't like fences or hedges or gates.
But give him a thingy that beeps and assesses
and he'll persevere, ignore such distresses!
Wen

Now dogs are good judges I tell you, what's more
they knew that he was coming, before he made the door.
So as he turned the handle they started to howl.
but what got him moving was the kelpies low growl.

He dropped the clipboard and froze right in his tracks
A little pool of water trickled from his underdaks
he vaulted the railing , cleared the garden in one bound
Hit the path at full speed, and sprawled on the ground.
BP

He swore and he cursed ''you'll pay, wait and see''
as he winced at the blood on his elbow and knee,
and just as he righted himself to his feet,
them dogs came a running, their job not complete.

The Kelpie, he tore off a piece of an arm
where the Silky latched on, was cause for alarm!
A yowling and yelping quite shattered the peace
the metre man praying the mad mutts would cease!
Wen
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Re: Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Wed Jul 27, 2011 10:48 am

You knew he was coming, dogs started to bark
he was old and quite cranky a veritable nark
with his clipboard and folder tucked under his wing
and a hand held electrical power scanning thing.

He didn’t like dogs he had told me before .
A crescendo of barking was raising the floor.
That the dogs didn’t like him was easy to see.
Not the right bloke for this job I think you’ll agree
MKC

...and a few other things that he really hates,
he doesn't like fences or hedges or gates.
But give him a thingy that beeps and assesses
and he'll persevere, ignore such distresses!
Wen

Now dogs are good judges I tell you, what's more
they knew that he was coming, before he made the door.
So as he turned the handle they started to howl.
but what got him moving was the kelpies low growl.

He dropped the clipboard and froze right in his tracks
A little pool of water trickled from his underdaks
he vaulted the railing , cleared the garden in one bound
Hit the path at full speed, and sprawled on the ground.
BP

He swore and he cursed ''you'll pay, wait and see''
as he winced at the blood on his elbow and knee,
and just as he righted himself to his feet,
them dogs came a running, their job not complete.
Sue

The Kelpie, he tore off a piece of an arm
where the Silky latched on, was cause for alarm!
A yowling and yelping quite shattered the peace
the metre man praying the mad mutts would cease!
Wen


it was payback I suppose for this lazy blokes antics
for his incorrect bills had left most people frantic
at the humungous cost of electricity
so I reckon that this was his Karma you see
MKC
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Re: Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

Post by Irene » Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:29 am

You knew he was coming, dogs started to bark
he was old and quite cranky a veritable nark
with his clipboard and folder tucked under his wing
and a hand held electrical power scanning thing.

He didn’t like dogs he had told me before .
A crescendo of barking was raising the floor.
That the dogs didn’t like him was easy to see.
Not the right bloke for this job I think you’ll agree
MKC

...and a few other things that he really hates,
he doesn't like fences or hedges or gates.
But give him a thingy that beeps and assesses
and he'll persevere, ignore such distresses!
Wen

Now dogs are good judges I tell you, what's more
they knew that he was coming, before he made the door.
So as he turned the handle they started to howl.
but what got him moving was the kelpies low growl.

He dropped the clipboard and froze right in his tracks
A little pool of water trickled from his underdaks
he vaulted the railing , cleared the garden in one bound
Hit the path at full speed, and sprawled on the ground.
BP

He swore and he cursed ''you'll pay, wait and see''
as he winced at the blood on his elbow and knee,
and just as he righted himself to his feet,
them dogs came a running, their job not complete.
Sue

The Kelpie, he tore off a piece of an arm
where the Silky latched on, was cause for alarm!
A yowling and yelping quite shattered the peace
the metre man praying the mad mutts would cease!
Wen

it was payback I suppose for this lazy blokes antics
for his incorrect bills had left most people frantic
at the humungous cost of electricity
so I reckon that this was his Karma you see
MKC

But his karma must wait; he had more he would build
and this time, no kidding, his blood would be spilled.
By post to the owner a court order came;
traumatic stress syndrome, the meter man's claim.
Irene
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Re: Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:47 am

You knew he was coming, dogs started to bark
he was old and quite cranky a veritable nark
with his clipboard and folder tucked under his wing
and a hand held electrical power scanning thing.

He didn’t like dogs he had told me before .
A crescendo of barking was raising the floor.
That the dogs didn’t like him was easy to see.
Not the right bloke for this job I think you’ll agree
MKC

...and a few other things that he really hates,
he doesn't like fences or hedges or gates.
But give him a thingy that beeps and assesses
and he'll persevere, ignore such distresses!
Wen

Now dogs are good judges I tell you, what's more
they knew that he was coming, before he made the door.
So as he turned the handle they started to howl.
but what got him moving was the kelpies low growl.

He dropped the clipboard and froze right in his tracks
A little pool of water trickled from his underdaks
he vaulted the railing , cleared the garden in one bound
Hit the path at full speed, and sprawled on the ground.
BP

He swore and he cursed ''you'll pay, wait and see''
as he winced at the blood on his elbow and knee,
and just as he righted himself to his feet,
them dogs came a running, their job not complete.
Sue

The Kelpie, he tore off a piece of an arm
where the Silky latched on, was cause for alarm!
A yowling and yelping quite shattered the peace
the metre man praying the mad mutts would cease!
Wen

it was payback I suppose for this lazy blokes antics
for his incorrect bills had left most people frantic
at the humungous cost of electricity
so I reckon that this was his Karma you see
MKC

But his karma must wait; he had more he would build
and this time, no kidding, his blood would be spilled.
By post to the owner a court order came;
traumatic stress syndrome, the meter man's claim.
Irene


The courtroom was hushed as the Magistrate sat
the dog’s owner respectfully removed his hat
and said ‘Well your honour – this bloke is a curse
there’s not one dog that likes him and he makes it worse.

He yells and he shouts and he waves a big stick
and that riles the dogs up pretty dam quick
He makes such a song and dance each time he comes
that even the mildest dog goes for his bum."
MKC
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Re: Collaborative poem 11 - It's all to do with Meter

Post by Wendy Seddon » Tue Aug 09, 2011 2:33 pm

You knew he was coming, dogs started to bark
he was old and quite cranky a veritable nark
with his clipboard and folder tucked under his wing
and a hand held electrical power scanning thing.

He didn’t like dogs he had told me before .
A crescendo of barking was raising the floor.
That the dogs didn’t like him was easy to see.
Not the right bloke for this job I think you’ll agree
MKC

...and a few other things that he really hates,
he doesn't like fences or hedges or gates.
But give him a thingy that beeps and assesses
and he'll persevere, ignore such distresses!
Wen

Now dogs are good judges I tell you, what's more
they knew that he was coming, before he made the door.
So as he turned the handle they started to howl.
but what got him moving was the kelpies low growl.

He dropped the clipboard and froze right in his tracks
A little pool of water trickled from his underdaks
he vaulted the railing , cleared the garden in one bound
Hit the path at full speed, and sprawled on the ground.
BP

He swore and he cursed ''you'll pay, wait and see''
as he winced at the blood on his elbow and knee,
and just as he righted himself to his feet,
them dogs came a running, their job not complete.
Sue

The Kelpie, he tore off a piece of an arm
where the Silky latched on, was cause for alarm!
A yowling and yelping quite shattered the peace
the metre man praying the mad mutts would cease!
Wen

it was payback I suppose for this lazy blokes antics
for his incorrect bills had left most people frantic
at the humungous cost of electricity
so I reckon that this was his Karma you see
MKC

But his karma must wait; he had more he would build
and this time, no kidding, his blood would be spilled.
By post to the owner a court order came;
traumatic stress syndrome, the meter man's claim.
Irene

The courtroom was hushed as the Magistrate sat
the dog’s owner respectfully removed his hat
and said ‘Well your honour – this bloke is a curse
there’s not one dog that likes him and he makes it worse.

He yells and he shouts and he waves a big stick
and that riles the dogs up pretty dam quick
He makes such a song and dance each time he comes
that even the mildest dog goes for his bum."
MKC

Quite quickly on You Tube there bloomed a new fad,
a dance craze a favourite from babe to grandad
Firstly you squirm then you wriggle and tap,
you’re doing the metre man’s dance - the ‘bum rap’.
Wen
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