I am an English trucker
I truck most everywhere
If I can't truck whenever I want
then f**k it… It's not fair!
I love the vibrating bed cab
It vibrates all day long
and turns the juice that my a**e leaks
Into a fragrant pong.
I call it trucker's cheesecake
It's full of all my bits
and cooked real slow with the engines heat
it smells like walnut whip.
My breath could cook a dead cow
and my tongue could scrape it clean
my teeth look like a goal post
with no netting in between.
So look out all you hot chicks
my truck is rolling by
I know I'm what you called for
but I really don't know why??!!!
This poem is not meant to compliment Truck drivers
It is supposed to make you smile...
If that is hard for some of you, you have my sympathy!
