Bargain hunt. Fucking BRILLIANT.
A poem dedicated to Tim Wonnacott, by some demented Youtuber:
Bargain hunt was did and dreary,
and the duke soon got weary.
I began to fear the show may give me cancer
but then along came Tim Wonnacott and his lovely banter.
Tim’s ways with words would make me swoom,
and so began Bargain Hunt’s bloom
His moustache, his bowtie, his British ways- all class.
And more and more he’d make me laugh.
Thus ends my poem and I bid you adieu,
but just remember Tim Wonnacott loves you.
(this poem was only possible on drugs)
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