SUIT YOURSELF

A man in a suit
Arrived at my door
He promised the earth
But he wasn't so sure
Just when he'd deliver
His part of the deal
If I didn't vote for
My local MP

A man with a suitcase
Arrived at my door
With a potion to clean all
From ceiling to floor
But when I was through
With this little orator
There were five different liquids
And three applicators

A man covered in soot
Arrived at my door
With the latest in hi-tec
For cleaning my fire
By the time he was finished
There was soot in my tea
So I needed the potion
And my local MP

So when someone comes knocking
And selling their wares
If it doesn't suit you
Don't open the door
For some of the time
Your heart will be gladdened
But most of the time
You'll be wishing you hadn't

Another man stood there
Outside my door
He kept on knocking
For many a year
But I was now careful
And waited too long
Then when it suited
His offer was gone