No Cat's Trousers
Pelting down the motorway, with my wheels of fire,
I spun out, and nearly died, when I blew a tyre.
Wh y I blew it I don't know, it takes a lot of puff
And nerves of steel to help me when the going gets so tough
I came to in the middle lane with peaches on my knees
Like a deer in the headlights, I did freeze
When the sirens whined, and the antelopes ate their furze:
And that's my case, your honour, no regrets and no demurs
The justice seemed not quite impressed with this my little ballad,
So I slipped him a monkey and a bit of salad
Whci he put into his robe, and then rang on a bell
And sentenced me to death, and then a passage straight to Hell
Contributors: | Apsley, Winston1984, Grayman, Beefy, Curt!, TG, Fatty. |
Poem finished: | 1st January 2001. |