Bald headed twat
He yelled at me in Italian
I don't stand for that
I tried my most reasonable tone
'Occupato' he screeched
Pointing at the chair
'Yes I quite understand,
but there is no-one there'
'Ticket ticket' he cried
'I don't have one, I replied'
Then I committed my greatest error
by smiling at this Holy Terror
'Casa casa casa', with matching points
I understood that but my nose was out of joint
I followed the point and turned upon my heel
His boss is a good friend of mine and he may regret that spiel
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