Inside an old shed stuffed full of wood
the Bang-a-lot can be found:
unable to work without making a noise,
just constant banging sounds,
From early dawn to sunset
he hammers, drills and saws;
making things from drawings,
like new cupboards to fit old doors!
He thumps and crashes about
which echoes through the night,
nobody gets much sleep
so he keeps well out of sight.
They say he is a grumpy old man;
some say he's nuts,
the Bang-a-lot doesn't give a hoot
as he hammers, chisels and cuts.
Sometimes you'll hear him moaning
when things go badlywrong;
followed by louder banging,
until he hears the dinner gong.
"Peace and quiet." The neighbors cry,
"If only for a while,
he'll soon be back to work;
with his grinning smile!"
The people who lived close by
often pray for power cuts;
but, the Bang-a-lot keeps on banging,
having been blessed with better luck.
One late evening firemen came
as the shed was well alight,
the neighbours began to sing and dance
while flames lit up the night.
Firemen dowsed the burning shed
soon the flames were out,
water flooding everywhere
as they dragged the Bang-a-lot out.
After fits of spluttering
he gazed up from the ground,
neighbours stood around watching;
all amazed at the lack of sound.
"Poor old Bangalot." Someone said,
as they carried him off to bed;
"He hasn't got a shed to work in
and no banging heads."
"Hip, Hip, Hoooooray!"
Was all the crowd could say
but, early the following morning;
the Bang-a-lot hammered away.
The Bang-a-lot
06/04/07
(Revised 19/04/08)
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All characters in this series are fictitious and bear no
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