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Student "door to door's"

Was being plagued by salesmen
Who travelled door to door,
They're really quite annoying,
And I could take no more.    

Me thinks they all were students,
To make 'a buck or two',
But REALLY, did they HAVE to 
Keep pestering me and you?
 
The final straw was broken,
Was going to take no more,
I taught the guys a lesson,
That they would call no more. 
                                  
Was selling 'Water Heaters 
For us to 'rent' instead,                                                                    The one we had was paid for,                                                                                                                          'And working', I t'him, said.

                                                 Continued on, not list'ning,                                                                             .                                So let him fill forms in                                 . .   .      .                                Ready for me to sign them                              . .  '  .                     Twas then, FUN, did begin.


                                "So let me get this straight" said I
                                "You do expect of me, 
                                 T'get rid of working heater, OWNED,
                                 To have one RENTED, be?"

                                 D'you think I was born yesterday?"
                                 Then opened up back door
                                 And FLUNG his paperwork outside,
                                 For him, glad 'tdidn't pour.

                                The incident widespread was known,
                                Least, of that, I am sure,
                                Things quietened down on our quiet street
                        ALL salesmen, saw no more.








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