Here's Alison: Bike For Sale
Alison Ross's poem brings a warning that you should be careful what you say to ad salesmen in pubs.
Now down at the pub
As tiddly can be
Was a young friend
Of a salesman man, see.
‘What are you doing
These days’ he cried.
‘I work for The Leader,’
The villain replied
‘I take all the ads
For the column ‘For sale’
Have you anything to sell?’
Cried this crafty male
So my young friend,
Poor tiddly tike
Jokingly replied
‘You could sell my bike.’
So full of enthusiasm
(this salesman was good)
He took down the details
As fast as he could,
But the truth of the matter
Was that the bike in question
Was a slightly soiled show-girl
Not working…just resting.
But come the next Leader
In bold black and white
An advertisement selling
‘One Good Motorbike.’
And within a short time
And this the rub
‘Account is please payable
At office (not pub).’
So I told my young friend
If you see your mate
I bet that he tells you
Business is great.
He could sell harbour bridges
And you must concede
His talents are wasted
At the Leader---agreed?
