Stop That Bloody Din!
My dishwasher talks perfect Chinese.
My t.v.chatters rubbish.
The birds talk many different tongues.…
Children scream incessantly, they just a bunch of mutters.
The checkout squeals delightedly as you satisfy it’s need.
The radio with the useless tuner cackles like some ancient hag.
Patients all shout out at once, “nursey nursey, come see me,
I’m desperate for a flaming’ wee.”
The train rattles through the station it’s flipping late again.
Sorry spoon apologises as it clips my cup, puts a bit of sugar in.
Coffee time just came around, now that’s a cheery din.