That grumbling roar of a voice not so pure Always moaning on the phone whilst listening at the door The world upsets him on almost every level For that is not his voice but one who asides with a devil We all gossip that he never ever stops But somebody else is crossing his Tee's and feeding his daily rot He maybe nice but from years of endless nagging A silent mistress behind the scene feeding his needless slagging As she was once a nurse but really no Marie Curie For she feeds him her woes and her strife now vented in his fury.