Bob was a hammers and tongs dealer and Mickey had a tuck shop. Bob's your uncle? Well your uncle decided to take the Mickey of business by throwing spanners in his works. Spanners were Mickey's merchandise . When Mickey came to know he decided he would get Bob's knickers in a twist and give him cold comfort. So he went to Bob's house and said, "Come out you ladybird, and keep you pecker up, so I can bog the standard of your kisser." Mickey then squeezed Bob till his pips squeaked and threw him over the moon. Bob came down and was spread thin on the ground. Mickey decided plain sailing was better than prison. So he splashed out and was sailing close to the wind when all the world and his wife attended Bob's funeral. Bob's wake was cheap but cheerful.