There is this bunch of guys
Who think they're all so wise
They each own a Scottish Scooby
And they take the pi$$ out of Ruby
It says shes a regular
so she should handle the joke
oh f@ck i can't rhyme
am beginning to choke
Ruby drives a green scooby
It really gives me the boke
It doesnt have a turbo
I hope she can take the joke
and as she swings into town
the childrens panites turn brown
cos ruby is back, it stings in your sack
and be thankful she wont be back
why i hear you say?
ill tell you another day,
but building up speed to 90 in a 30
in the eyes of the law is gay.
so finally all we can do
is write this poem for you
dont go in the huff like glitter the puff
just parade in your house in the buff
weve all made silly mistakes
we know how much you can take
so pop down to greggs the local bakers
cos they want you to paint faces on cakes
she lives in a house thats cold
as someone said shes quite old
the leccy pilot light is a miss
if she doesnt watch what shes doing
and look what shes chewing
i fear she'll end up rekkin a plss
the green sport blasts into town
the kiddies underchassis turn brown
the sign says 30, but she thinks it says 90
but the men of the law have to frown
so as someone mentioned above
i hope she takes this with love
she knows whats at stake
and shouldnt mistake
that greggs want her to pant faces on cakes
my final words are a stroll
i dont think it should be a drole
be happy your living and have what your given
cos you could be chewing my Pole
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dime bar, im sure its- "he that laughs last....laughs loudest"