PRODA Poem by Phil RobertsAnother true story from the annals of idiocy :/
My pal Pete had this cousin
Who was always known as Prod He had earned this name at school Because he was always prodding his friends For the answers to teacher's questions Now Prod was a likeable and friendly guy But, alas, the police knew him well He had a penchant for breaking and entry Not peoples homes, thankfully His thing was robbing garages Tires, spares, cash or anything else Whenever a garage was screwed Prod was the first port of call Anyway, on this day I'm thinking of Pete and me were chatting to Prod Just casually shooting the breeze As you do on a sunny Saturday And a cop car crawled past us A passer-by spoke up cheerfully "Eyup, prod! Yer cab's here!" By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts
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1 Review Added on June 21, 2016 Last Updated on June 21, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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