Jurgen

T Tom Allport Tom Allport
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The job didn't pay much But it was better than nowt The hours were long And he was no lout All the kids loved him Because he chased them about Whereas the teachers Would just often... shout Jurgan...Jurgan...Jurgan There are things to go out And because he was German His nickname was the kraut He did not like this So he would often just pout He was really disillusioned As he was once a football scout This all ended When he got gout And now his job Was to put the bins out And to run around As though he had some clout But it got to much He was full of self doubt When some of the bastards Started to spout ...He's always drunk And looks like a trout His feelings were hurt He decided to hide out In the boys room And take some snout He was AWOL for two days When a search party went out He was found inebriated That there was no doubt Instant dismissal was to be given out.

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