"Come in, sit down" came another voice.
"Single file and MAKE LESS NOISE!"
"Give over" came a high pitched screech.
"Oh look, really, I'm trying to teach!"

"There's a new game" said a clergy man.
"And by golly, you're gonna carry the can."
"I've got some cricket results to do,
Everything's going TICKETY BOO!"

"Athletes foot, verucha too?"
"Little luvvy, what's wrong with you?"
"I dwove here on my moto bike."
"Any permutation that you like."

"Yes that's alright, oh sure, why not!"
"Get your boots out lad, and let's kick off!"
"My pulleys are all in a knot."
"It's pardon sir, you don't say what."

"Gasbag, simpleton, oaf and fool!"
"Anyone caught outside the school ..."
I get on to the nearest bus
For I wish to stay anonymous.

(Any resemblances in this poem to persons living or dead is purely intentional)

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