Serves Him Right....

The 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.

And starts to make a
twit of himself in the

resort.

Blasting his annoying air horn.

And revving his engine to

show 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 quiet

seaside 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.

I guess the moral of

this tale.

Is stop annoying

locals of a place

you don't know.

As someone will come along and
outsmart you and

kick your butt.

As they did to this boy racer.

Reviews

[PatrickPink]

I love the voice you've developed in this poem, casual, conversational and authentic. It truly feels as though it is drawn from experience, and I know exactly the kind of individual that you're discussing here, having encountered similar people myself. Your use of repetition to drive home your point is wonderful, as is the line 'kicked his arse in to touch'. Basically I really enjoyed this, well done!

[Onlyme]

Thanks Patrick that was really nice of you. Dawn.

[Pete]

nice presentation. made me chuckle. grabbed me and never let go. wonder how many times this has been played out? some people just think that they're the cat's meow and are welcomed anywhere and everywhere with their scratch fever. good one ... :)

[Onlyme]

Cheers Pete, glad you enjoyed it. Dawn.

[Chris Shaw]

Nothing like a bit of just desserts Dawn. I liked this so much. Way to go :))

Chris

[Dave]

Isn't just great when the a*s gets his comeuppance? I really got a kick out of this! Thank you - Dawn.

Take care - Dave

[gram linski]

hahaha very good, cannae stand the wee fuckers

[Onlyme]

Glad you like it. Cheers Dawn.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sounds like a lot of 'car-nage'. This tale of justice is one we all hope for when faced with such uncaring people. Some are local though, lol!

[Onlyme]

Nice one John, car-nage LOL. That true you get them everywhere.

[wordman]

lol,my butt is still sore

[Onlyme]

Cheers Ron.

[wordman]

cheers dawn

[Octi]

Really good. In the stanza where "boy racer" arrives, the third line should be And at 1 am, he arrives in it.

[Onlyme]

thanks Octi, for the heads up cheers.