Unreverential

Vrooooom!
Back a bit...
Vroooooooooooom!
Left hand down dear...
Vrooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
And so the old couple shuffle off the retail park.

Vrooooom!
F******g hell!
Vroooooooooooom!
Oi Liam you w****r!
Vroooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
And so the young chavs squeal their wheels in the dark.

Vrooooom!
Don't buy a Rover...
Vrooooooooooom!
From a yoof or a codger...
Vroooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
The tyres or the clutch will be well wide of the mark.


I'm afraid I've set myself the task of doing a 'poem' a day. Partly to stop my brain shrinking any further - but mainly because I seem to enjoy it. And that's the only explanation I have.