There was a young man named Chris
Who efforts you could never dismiss
Helpful all the while
And ready with a smile
And a soft little face you could kiss
There was a man named John
Who was as good as the day is long
His careful driving
Kept the business thriving
But his stories go on and on
There was a young lady named Claire
Who was never happy with her hair
She tried to dye it
Her fella wouldn’t buy it
He didn’t want others to stare
There was a girl named Ellie
Who constantly thought of her belly
She would eat and consume
Until she had no more room
And she’d get in the way of the telly
There once was a guy called Gav
A fashion crisis he’d have
When he wore his gold trainers
He’d get strange looks from strangers
They thought him a bit of a chav
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