Daddy Papersurfer

It’s lovely sitting in the garden on a summer’s day
A little pleasure a little leisure
Watching nature play.

But then a creature buzzes round above your balding pate
You wave your hands around your strands
It really starts to grate.

And then…  a sudden silence and all you do is wait
For the pain so near your brain –
You get in quite a state.

You know its sitting up there, honing it’s sharp drill
It won’t be long ere it’s sharp prong
Is thrust in you with skill.

Then you come up with a plan to fool the little blighter
And very quickly (and rather slickly!)
You turn into a fighter.

You stand up straight and smoothly plunge your head into the pond.
Serves you right you little tyke
For thinking I’m a blonde.

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Match of the Day

[Inspired by Fraccy – thank you!]

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