Phooey to the Tree Huggers

May I offer you some Grey Poupon?

Phooey to Tree Huggers

 

By Elton Camp

 

Folks tell me how they like my new Bentley

It gets eleven miles per gallon, incidentally

 

Such a low rating is absolutely fine with me

Because I am a filthy rich so-and-so, you see

 

If gas goes to ten dollars a gallon, I don’t care

I have so much money it won’t make me swear

 

On the environment my car may really be rough

But my response to that is, “Well ain’t that tough.”

 

It has to be in extreme luxury and safety that I ride

And those whining environmentalists I can’t abide

 

Ride around in your tacky little hybrid if you will

For one rich as me, my Bentley exactly fills the bill

 

Don’t expect me to buy some tacky electric car

For I fear an extension cord won’t reach that far

 

We might run out of gasoline, is what you say?

What a laugh.  We’ll never come to see that day

 

So please get your crummy Prius out of my way

As I’m planning on enjoying a fast drive today

 

Reviews

[Marie]

This is funny. Imagine all those electric cars dragging their extension cords behind them.