A witty poetic tribute to a fellow Triond member who had a few problems with his “Garage Door”…..He knows who he is…
The Dodgy Trouser Zip…
The Garage door is open,
I thought I felt a chill…
I wondered about the glances
as my pint I had refilled.
I really hadn’t realised,
that all down to a dodgy zip,
I was had up for exposure,
and got my bits frostnipped!
I really wouldn’t have minded,
but I now feel a kind of a ninny,
as the Jag, that was there this morning,
has been reduced down to a Mini! 
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