He loves his car,
I don’t know why,
I think it’s a shame
The poor little guy.

He cleans it every week,
But I don’t understand why.
All it does is sit outside,
Catching droppings from the sky.

I think there’s something wrong,
I don’t know what to do,
Every time I look at his car
It’s covered in bird poo!!

The ****** thing,
It sits there, causing me expense,
Why can’t it just move itself
Instead of taking my last pence!!

It needs it’s own bedroom
Where it can’t get into trouble,
Then when it goes and roams the streets
I’ll trap it in a bubble!!

No more money needed,
As it can’t possibly crash,
All it has to do now,
Is save me and my cash!!