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| Rubble, rubble, toil and trouble | |
| By Katanga | ||||||||||||||||||
| 07 October 2008 | ||||||||||||||||||
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Inspired by Phil's 'Blue skies over Bolton - or - if I should drown . . .', I thought I'd have a go at Macbeth. Yo! Ho! John X Rubble, rubble, toil and trouble
from Macadam A dark house. In the middle, John despairing. Power cut. Enter the three Builders. Builder 1: Thrice have I been crude and rude. Builder 2: Thrice and once the 'lectrician whined. Builder 3: Plumber cries, 'Tea time! Tea time!' Builder 1: Round about the kitchen go In the bricks and mortar throw. John: A month chilled to the very bone, Days and nights has thirty-one; Sweaty armpits, general grot, Go boil yourself in some damned pot! All: Rubble, rubble, toil and trouble; Kettle's boiled - I hear it bubble. Builder 2: I'll help myself to fillet steak, And eat up all John's tea and cake; Then I'll go and use John's bog, And leave in there a floating log. I'll whistle tunelessly and sing, In fact I'll do 'most anything To cause John the utmost trouble, It's like a hell-hole in this rubble. All: Rubble, rubble, toil and trouble; Kettle's boiled - I hear it bubble. Builder 3: I'll scale the walls and hit the roof - Damn! Another broken tooth. I need to pay off my loan shark; But I'm tired of digging in the dark; I'll blaspheme when I've had a few; Well, wouldn't you? All builders do. Bugger the silver'd moon's eclipse; I'll have another, smack my lips, Finger a right-angled babe; Bitch - delivered from rehab. Now, I must make a concrete slab; Add thereto some ghastly daub, Give it a week to fully absorb. All: Rubble, rubble, toil and trouble; Kettle's boiled - I hear it bubble. John : Cool it with a builder's blood; Job done! That does feel good.
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