P.P.S. v. S.P.P. (Peacocks Paradise Shrill v. Some Pretty Pics)
Were two ex-showroom car sales giants emitting sounds like smog.
A cornucopia of praise preceded what they found
As one sawed off the covers fast to get them to the ground.No show on Earth was quite that big – No bird made quite that sound
But as the saw progressed at pace they glared at what they foundA bloody splash!
A splatter drip!
The makers will get flack
This Model’s got a bloody fault
We’ll send the bugger back!
And so the Peacock left half wrapped was sadly left to drain
As sales teams swore and shifted stance, the Peacock died in pain
That night the cable news was on
And ‘Hubble’ showed its tricks
But both our Sales guys shrugged and said
“So what? Some pretty pics”!
There are always a few
Who merely see what their eyes view
But there are always some
Who can totally feel the fun.