Thousands of miles across the
country spitting their dummies out
and kicking up a ruckus
about a lack of decent
cream for nappy rash that
is common with Eddies drivers
who throw their toys out
of RDC waiting room windows
landing on the heads of
Unsuspecting tampon salesmen, who shout
what the hell do you
pick on me for as
I only try to stop
the twit on the forklift
from running over the girl
that is only rubbing my
bumper clean on my dirty
Guy Big J with a
pair of very fishy knickers
from lake windermere where the