In 2006; I got the writing bug; after producing quite a collection of work I put it together in paperbacks and raised money for Charities/Organisations. Just enjoy a chuckle.
Car Parks Cars are getting bigger,spaces very small Cramming all together, car parks become a brawl Sometimes when you get to your car, there's no way in the door In the bay next door to you, is parked a four by four Passenger door can just slide in, then you have a climb Over console and gear stick, this can take sometime Foot gets stuck or caught on knob, trousers take a tier All this grief because some folk, really they don't care But then there's a time other car users, you could really shoot So closely park beside you, your entry through the boot Car park designers stop making small bays; our need to open the door Us folk are sick, of your minimal space, Minis aren't mini no more Helly belly Sometimes in life you will need a seat On occasions as well, be fast on your feet A rumble in the tum, a warning you know You can't take the risk, you must really go Always remember the route free and clear Toilet door open, make sure it's quite near Landing gear down, relief and your off A stall in procedure, you may well touch cloth Diacalm or Imodium to slow down the flow Starving the belly will help this you know When the trots have departed, dry toast and bland grub To line up the stomach, and fill up the hub So taking things easy, your stomach is fit Back into battle, steer away from bad 'food'
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