Buy One Get One Free By Mark Walmsley

Buy now and save with 'splat' you will be utterly amazed Our busty blondes that advertise it, will leave you purely dazed It works wonders in the bath and around the kitchen sink It turns all surfaces sparkling clean or that's what we make you think By now you will be hypnotized, to our advertisement plea As we part you from your money, just phone this number it's free But what we have not told you, we count on your ignorance its true There is a line of small print that we have hidden out of view For each call that is made to us, and every second pays We tag a pound to your gas bill; we can get to you in many ways But just to prove how generous we are, we will give you this free prize A chance to win a sport car, it's a form of crooked disguise Because you have no chance of winning it, we will offer a smaller gift To keep you hanging on for more, your confidence needs a lift So as a final token, just supply your details here To enter in our prize draw, please subscribe for just one year We will now send you confirmation, that is a binding trust That in order to win your sports car, forthcoming payment is a must To break this legal contract, could result in a fine or jail Unless you pay the get out clause, just send a cheque by mail You have now agreed to allow us, to share your details with all Our sister company will ring you and arrange a salesman to call It says quite clearly in the small print that you cannot refuse his wares They're quite good value for money, it simply improves our shares What good value you are getting, being looked after by our kindly firms Did we mention the subscription fee? You agreed to it in our terms Just set up a standing order, and we will collect our fee You can arrange it monthly, as it's dearer by the week You will get your kitchen cleaner, if our courier turns up on time But we accept no liable, if it goes missing or indeed it's left behind If you experience a problem, then call our complaints team The rates are five pounds a minute, and not what they would seem So now you have made your purchase, leave everything at that You will never see a deal again as sensational as 'splat'.

Copyright © Mark Walmsley 2009

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