Partly Dave

There once upon a time was a man who was partly Dave —he had a mission in life. “I’m partly Dave”, he would growm in the morning which was half the battle. Over breakfast he would again say “I am partly Dave”, which always unnerved Betty. “Your in a rut Dave”, a voice would say on his way to work, which turned out to be a coloured conductor! “It’s alright for you”. Dave used to think, little realising the coloured problem. Partly Dave was a raving salesman with the gift of the gob, which always unnerved Mary. “I seem to have forgotten my bus fare, Cobber”, said Dave not rеalising it. “Gerroff the bus then”, said Basubooo in a voicе that bode not boot, not realising the coloured problem himself really. “O.K.” said partly Dave, humbly not wishing to offend. “But would you like your daughter to marry one?”, a voice seem to say as Dave lept off the bus like a burning spastic.