09-02-2014, 09:28 AM
I used to complain that dad didn't invent,
he had no contraptions or any intent,
nothing he made could keep me content.
He lived in his garage for nearly a week,
and built me a car that needed a tweak,
friends helped my push it up the street.
All of sudden and to my surprise,
I got me a girl to sit by my side,
out on picnics and scenic drives.
Upon the cliff tops on that ill-fated day,
the steering column went the wrong way,
over the edge to our deaths some would say.
But as we plunged to our final fling,
Toot sweets she began to sing
and then the car grew fiberglass wings.
he had no contraptions or any intent,
nothing he made could keep me content.
He lived in his garage for nearly a week,
and built me a car that needed a tweak,
friends helped my push it up the street.
All of sudden and to my surprise,
I got me a girl to sit by my side,
out on picnics and scenic drives.
Upon the cliff tops on that ill-fated day,
the steering column went the wrong way,
over the edge to our deaths some would say.
But as we plunged to our final fling,
Toot sweets she began to sing
and then the car grew fiberglass wings.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
Excellent Keith, I like your humour.
wae aye man ye radgie
If he had got this car he would have been a millionaire by this time next year.