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Feb 2016
I risk my life
5 days a week
Up on your roof
To fix your leak
Triple ladder
On your plastic gutter
Up I climb
I must be a ******
Run up your roof
Point your ridge tiles
Bucket in hand
It kills my piles
Replace your slates
Off my cat ladder
Who,d be a roofer
We must be madder
Sit on your chimney
Like a bird
And don,t recieve
A grateful word
All they ever
Say to me
Is how long is
My guarantee
I risk my life
To keep you dry
When rain and snow
Fall from the sky
So next time when your in your bed
And you feel a drip on your head
Don't call a roofer
Call a plumber instead
Written by
Thomas clark  South shields
(South shields)   
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   Vanessa Gatley
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