For the Diplomatic Service
For The Diplomatic Service (c)
By Michael Casey
Can you keep a secret?
Ok I’ll tell you
But don’t tell anybody else
So now I know the whole world will know
I could have just put a note in the Urinals
Laminated of Course
But I’m telling you on secret
I could have just told the cleaning crew
But now you’ll all know
The whole place is bugged anyway
Those flowers attract bugs
And as for the listening devices
Well you cannot even fart without everybody knowing
We should have got
Bona Air Conditioning for Men from Julian and Sandy
Instead we just wave our resolutions on paper
And we get all hot and sweaty
Well Julian doesn’t, he has ice cubes in a bag in his boxers
He’s such a cool guy
Sandy prefers to glow, so no ice down below
So where was I?
Can you keep secret?
If you tell the Koreans and the Russians then the world will know
That’s if they stop drinking for a moment
Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham
The one in Birmingham ENGLAND
Is available
You mean for, you know
Yes, you can read all his words on WordPress
or on his Three Bloggers
Boastful, isn’t he Sandy?
NO, we threw a bucket of water over him
when he got off the beach at Cromane Lower Kerry Eire
So Julian, he’s no longer Sandy
Please yourselves
Ok, shall I get to the point?
You can see where my mother was born
You can listen to some of my influnences
Or Diplomats you can read all my rubbish in English
or in Many Translations here on WordPress
What an offer, all you got from Trump was
You tell me
That’s all for now, I’m going to continue with my
Korean CSI Comedy cross
Though I will write more, but I’m saving myself
Julian, Sandy if you say just one word
I’ll squash your resolutions
And then you’d sweat
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