The sun was out shining, all bright in the sky and I wondered why George had put VAT on my pie. So I sat there with Sally and asked her outright, why the pasty was VAT-ed but a sandwich all right
“But a sandwich is COLD” said Sally with scorn and your pasty is heated. She looked quite forlorn. Because Sally had seen what Georgie had not, that a pasty made cold could also be hot.
She got out a Ginster’s, on which VAT she’d paid not and popped it on full until piping hot. So I said, "Fine, but other than that is it fair to load food with the cost of the VAT?"
And then something went BUMP! How that bump made us jump! We looked! Then we saw him step in on the mat! It was cheery young Georgie complete with a hat. We looked and we saw him.
The twat with the VAT!
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