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Little white rascal aint no van!!!
He bought this little heap,
Cos blimey what a mess…
It's supposed to be a van,
But to look, you'd never guess!
So he put it on me drive,
Said; ‘mum, just for three days!'
I looked at is in sadness,
It was misted in a fuzzy haze…
Now I know my son so well,
And this I have to say…
Three days to him, is a month or two,
It'll be there day after day!
So I told him to get it sorted,
This little rascal on me drive,
Oh cor blimey and sugar plumbs,
M sure the things alive!
I saw it move, yes I did…
As it sat there looking a mess,
And wow, it's supposed to be a van!
But it's not looking at its best!
It rolled and rolled and rolled some more,
Oh goodness gracious me!
It was rolling down the drive,
The rascal was faster than me!
I phoned me son in a frenzy!
Told him to get his backside here,
Your heap is rolling away I shouted,
I think I made myself very clear!
Between the van and me son,
I don't know who is worse,
A right little pair of rascals!
And now I'm running outa verse!!
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