358 – Time To Go, Gleb

Poem number 358
Time to go, Gleb
Oh Gleb. You’re not all that you know
Although my wife’s obessed
You’re just a simple dancer
And not even that well dressed
But all the ladies love you
And drip drool on the settee
Every time it’s time for Strictly
And you dance on their tv
So for all the husbands everywhere
For all those drenched in spit
Do us all a favour mate
And promise that you’ll quit?
We’d all donate a tenner
If you’d only up and go
So you wouldn’t lose financially
If you’d just quit the show
So for all our sakes, for all the men
Whose wives are lost in you
Pack up your bags, walk off that floor
And bid a fond adieu!


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