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SPOOKY STUFF

I sat on a tombstone eating my lunch,
I'd been sent to measure a pavilion, crunch, crunch,
I was only fifteen, sent out all on my own,
no one to help me, not even a mobile phone.

We were doing alterations, as architects do,
maybe we'd paint it a nice shade of blue,
the job was done and I returned to the office,
and proceded to document my masterpiece.

The boss looked over my shoulder and said: 'Coming on,'
and then, 'Hey, wait a minute - you've measured the wrong one!'
Oh, shit! There had been a similar building alongside,
I had to return - 'And get it right,' the boss cried.

The tombstone had an inscription of a dog named Eric,
and as I scurried past, it gave a bark and a lick.

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