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 Brexit; just get out of there I How we have a problem, yes we voted out Hard or soft, transition or cliff, more to scream about 27 other countries we have to please them all They just want our money, or they won't play ball We've always been a problem, they call us whinging Brits Sent in reforms to certain things, ideas they blew to bits Always tried to play the game abided by the rules Others pick and choose what suits, taking us for fools On trade they'll want to carry on, sell us so much stuff Won't say no to dealing, exports depend on us Pay them till the day we leave, like you do with clubs You would not pay in anymore, when out there's no more sub's A world of opportunity, hard work will see us right Positive thinking, not whinging Brits, new future well in sight
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