Well, there was a knock on the door last night
The peace of household was
shattered all right
It was bedlam and the kids
were having a fight
Disgruntled I got up and
switched on the light
When I opened the door, I
half expected to find
The Jehovah witness’s or
something of the kind
The milkman collecting his
son running behind
Some kind of salesman with
forms to be signed
Instead, I found a couple
in middle aged I suppose
Rattling a tin collecting
for what god knows
Good evening were
collecting for Dr Bernados
1 glanced back; good you
can take one of those
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