Liskeard Cornwall - Snip the Barber
Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 7:37 pm
MC – Liskeard Cornwall. –Snip the Barber
According to media reports, a little bit of a rumpus is going on, in the normally quiet Cornish town of Liskeard.
The story has it, that a local Barber, is alerting motorishs, when Traffic Warden are in the vincinity.
Of course, it is the job of Traffic Wardens, to keep the streets of the town, clear of illegally parked vehicles. But then, it would seem that this was the objective of the Barber too.
Snip the Barber
In a little Cornish town, there was a shop
Where locals came, for their hair to crop
Snip, snip snip, the Barber cut hair
Chatting with folk, with time to share
Short back and sides, or the latest style
“Trim me whiskers”, may take a short while
“Excuse me Sir, I ust pop outside”
“ I’ve spotted the Wardens, the’ve no wher to hide”
A siren blasts forth, followed by a shout
“Beware you drivers, them Wardens about”
The Wardens not ‘appy, no tickets to write
The drivers have legged it, not a vehicle in sitht
“Excuse me Sir, you’ve done it again”
“No bookings this week, you are a pain”T
They looked at his shop, and then at the pole
“Another day like this, and we’ll be on the dole”
They looked so sad, it was such a shame
“No one loves us, in the Warden game”
“No worry” said Snip, “ Have no fears”
“I’ll give up the warnings, I can’t stand tears.”
According to media reports, a little bit of a rumpus is going on, in the normally quiet Cornish town of Liskeard.
The story has it, that a local Barber, is alerting motorishs, when Traffic Warden are in the vincinity.
Of course, it is the job of Traffic Wardens, to keep the streets of the town, clear of illegally parked vehicles. But then, it would seem that this was the objective of the Barber too.
Snip the Barber
In a little Cornish town, there was a shop
Where locals came, for their hair to crop
Snip, snip snip, the Barber cut hair
Chatting with folk, with time to share
Short back and sides, or the latest style
“Trim me whiskers”, may take a short while
“Excuse me Sir, I ust pop outside”
“ I’ve spotted the Wardens, the’ve no wher to hide”
A siren blasts forth, followed by a shout
“Beware you drivers, them Wardens about”
The Wardens not ‘appy, no tickets to write
The drivers have legged it, not a vehicle in sitht
“Excuse me Sir, you’ve done it again”
“No bookings this week, you are a pain”T
They looked at his shop, and then at the pole
“Another day like this, and we’ll be on the dole”
They looked so sad, it was such a shame
“No one loves us, in the Warden game”
“No worry” said Snip, “ Have no fears”
“I’ll give up the warnings, I can’t stand tears.”