NUTBARS

I had a friend called Terry Sharp
Who lived on Cammels Row
This story that I’m going to tell
Took place some time ago.
Terry had a passion for Nutbars
Which he bought from our local shop.
Once he started eating them
He couldn’t bloody stop.
His poor mum had to go to work
To pay for his addiction.
And whenever she was short of cash
It caused no end of family friction.
Terry would jump up and down
Stamp his feet and yell.
If I don’t get my Nutbars
I’ll give you bloody hell.
So Nutbar was the nickname
That stuck with him for life.
And the person I now feel sorry for
Is poor old Nutbars wife!

By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003

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