Silver's Scars

Silver’s scars The evil little lad that creeps About while others soundly sleep, With a key he scratches many cars, He hates the stranger owners, ha ha. Cos they have much more than him! My silver ute, she bears the scars, Of screwdriver, scratches are, The prettier they really want to marr, Cos it's anger they can bring, Of course I have been in his place, Was tempted sometimes to deface, Jealous kind of thoughts erase, But I’m no dingaling? Most never had the dollars, gosh, To strut around and be so posh, Us poor, had things without the gloss, Does life bring on the whinging:) Don Johnson 8-jul-11