DRESSING THIS BLOKE There's this bloke next door, I don't adore, he's cranky, he's miserable and uptight! yes, 'misery guts' I call him, the kids do agree He is one character, his ways we dislike He complains all the time, we are 'bang, bang, banging his wall, when in fact it's not true, not at all He needs his life to be sweeter, the man's so damn bitter!, let's see from my thoughts how I...could...make...him...better... A Gucci dress would impress! Jimmy Choo shoes, size 8's, 3inch heels would appeal A Fendi clutch bag to clasp in his hand, A little bit of Max Factor 'lippy' and eyeshadow would be grand! I'm 'chuckling' as I write this, my thoughts are on a roll now, can't fight this Then I'd 'plonk' that moany 'git' of a bloke in beautiful Jamaica to 'roast' and 'soak' in the hot, hot sun of the island, just for fun! There's this bloke next door, I don't adore his character and ways I dislike Just to think of him in these clothes, the hot island, I know, his face would be a picture of pure horror and fright, but it's a sight I'm sure I'd have SWEET REVENGE..SWEET DELIGHT...