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Concrete (Concrete) by beakism

The builder lays his tools on the ground And calls for his mates, a booming sound His mates pour cement into the mixer A woman comes along and the builder kicks her Because women don't belong on a building site They should stay at home and keep out of sight The builder and his mates pour gravel in the cement They push a mate in because they found out he was bent The mixer turns round at a steady rate While waiting for it to finish, the builder leans on a gate Finally the mixer's finished and the job is complete The builder has a load of freshly made concrete.

markb 11-Jul-02/10:01 PM
This is actually pretty humorous.

If the craft were better, it would be an excellent poem. This is a good rough draft.




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