The sun is to blame
For the pursuit of fame,
The lack of class
Too much ass
And the determination
To play this silly game.
Why buy a soft top car?
Is it to act like a star?
You can only have fun
In two weeks of sun
Then the rest of the year
We're on a par.
The tattooed lads on vacation
All ripped, with look of constipation,
Topped up tan, muscle Tee wear
Heavily gelled peroxide hair
These robotic blockheads
A credit to any nation.
Back to the soft top
Hot day sees it drop,
The loud, crap music they play
Just to get us to look their way,
Designer sunglasses
The ubiquitous blonde lasses
They spend a fortune
To all look like this for a day.
These cars may look dandy
But, for car thieves they're handy
For getting their ill gotten gains,
And for an experience unique
If the roof springs a leak
They're great fun to drive...
When it rains.
So to drivers of soft top cars
And all those wanabe stars
There's other ways to be smart,
It wouldn't do any harm
To adopt a personality and charm
And be a little less pretentious.....
For a start.
Phil Hall July 2014
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