This man just would not let it go
So very annoying it almost destroyed us
“Do us a favour, Arthur. Hop on a bus and piss right off!”
But he didn’t, utterly atrocious commitment to the cause, shutting closed our jaws of life
My wife was furious but to make matters worse, my son, he remained ridiculously curious
As to how one man could be oh so bloody infuriating all of his own accord
The anguish never, ever thawed on our part
There he sat, every single day, in our garden, never excusing himself, no such manners when he spoke
Not even as much as a goddamn pardon!
And when he FARTED!! My, oh my, nothing, not even a tonne of rose ptals could disguise that