Hi,
Barry Scott here,
Asking if you have trouble,
With limescale,
Rust,
Ground-in dirt?
They’re a challenge,
For some,
household cleaners,
But not,
For Cillit Bang!

Rusty Shackleford.
A pair of knickers,
Fought for liberation,
In the south of France.
Sacrebleu!

Yes sir;
No sir;
Three bags full sir.
Two girls,
One cup.

I hate myself,
And I want to die.

Shop talk,
Got boring,
For Wilf.
So, he shot his manager,
In the kneecap.

Bang!
And the dirt is gone!