Crash, smash a flying bottle
Enters my back yard at full throttle
I missed the little blighters which is more than a pity
But thats just simple run of the mill when you live in ASBO City
The party starts at twelve a.m. the music plays til three
I wouldnt really mind so much
But THE WOMBLES aint for me!
Up pulls a local taxi van
Intoxicated youths on board
They've hopped over next doors garden gate
Coz the fare they cant afford
The impatient taxi driver rings on the neighbours bell
Until he finally realises a rat he starts to smell
'Hey mate' he says 'I dont suppose'
'You've nine unruley sons'
'They owe me ten quid taxi fare and have left their bag of guns'
'I'll sue the little buggers if my boss gives me the boot
And what the hell am I meant to do, with their bloody bag of loot'! !
Could be any city in the UK, including mine. Well described, and a great title. Love, Fran xx
What a gift you have for telling amusing stories in poetry. This one is priceless! Cheers for your rich imagination. Love, Sandra
Like everyone said it happens in every city, doesn`t matter where you live..
Lisa, another great write here. I love the underlining humour. I have a friend who was riding his horse on Wimbledon Common and was confronted by a womble that needed an ASBO. My friend went one way and the horse another. Top marks for this piece. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David
My gosh, I cannot believe how true this piece is. You have truly captured the image of the ASBO within this spectacular piece. Congratulations indeed. jw
Great fun, Lisa. Enjoyed this one. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Lisa Another credit to your poetry list such greatness I love Everyday poetry, writing about what you see and hear you have done the subject sheer justice, such a brilliant poem from a tallented writer, cheers Sylvie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hot in pursuit of a fun tale, this brought a smile, Thankyou Lisa Love duncan X