Serves Him Right....A Poem by OnlymeThe boy racer drives like a nutter down the high street then onto the motorway gets off the motorway. Drives along some country roads then into some seaside town. twit of himself in the resort. Blasting his annoying air horn. And revving his engine toshow off. And starting to chatting up some local lassies. Saying you like my ride? And the old folk of the town. Are thinking. Moron, twit, show off. Later on in the evening. Some local resident Called Charlie. Heard about this guy. So came to offer him a drag race along the quietseaside towns promenade. At 1 am. When everything is closed and the streets are clear. And if he lost. He had to clear off and never come back. Unknown to this "boy racer". Charlie's father had a Porsche. And at 1 am he arrives in it. Ready for the race. And the racer boy was sitting in his Volkswagon Polo. With his flash wheel trims and mad two toned the coloured car with his annoying airhorn of course. With his fluffy car seat covers and hanging dice from the windscreen mirror. And of course. Charlie the local lad Kicked his arse into touch. And this other lad had to leave and never return to that seaside town again. this tale. Is stop annoying locals of a place you don't know. outsmart you and kick your butt. As they did to this boy racer. © 2019 OnlymeFeatured Review
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