THE CLAPPERBOARD

 

I ran late for the film and smelt of cement,
compared the popcorn to your body scent.

I fell on your lap when I went Aitchoo!


I apologised so we could take two!

I coughed so much that you asked me to stop.
I gave you a sweet which fell down your top.
I trod on your bag when off for a wee.


I apologised so we could take three.

I stretched so much that my feet kicked a lout,
sitting in front who knocked half my teeth out.
I needed a sleep but started to snore.


 I apologised so we could take four.

You took out some Rizlas then drank Blossom Hill,
whispered in Flemish you were trained to kill.
You would spare my life and keep me alive

 If I left with haste and forgot take five!