I sit in the driver's seat on a cold Monday morning
I turn the key whilst I'm still yawning

I look at the body coloured dash strip
I think about giving the throttle a blip

But then it comes to me
I'm not sitting in a Ferrari

Oh how I wish the Coupe was a 355
A car that would make me feel alive

Sure the Coupe looks really good
With Pininfarina involved of course it would

But even with a car that looks this cool
You can't make anybody a fool

For many a time I've been asked that question that I fear
''Ere mate, is that a [enter supercar maker name here]?''

If I say yes all they would do is look on the badge on the front
Then look at me, shake their head and just call me a lying c...

Whenever I'm in the Coop and I see an F430
It just makes me feel really really dirty

Whenever I'm in the Coop and I see an F50
It makes me remember how my car is worth £1.50

Yes that may be the price of a tasty cheese and onion pastie
But if your car is worth that then it just feels really nasty

I love the sound of a Ferrari V8 howl
In comparison the Coop sounds like an owl

Sure the Coop has got a lot of poise
But every journey goes like 'Quiet! What was that noise?'

I think I'll have to paint it red and put on the badge with the prancing horse
No no no I'm only joking of course

For although the Coop may not be a supercar
For a 15 year old Fiat it has come really far

And I think I'll turn off this critical mode
After all it looks better than 99% of other cars on the road

I set off from my house and I'm in 3rd gear
When what do I see? A bloody Enzo up my rear!


Yes I'm bored

I love my Coupe
You can do a poop

When it comes to cars, insult any other
Or you'll find me in bed with your grandmother

This is all I've got to say
Give me your Coupe keys and be on your way!

Both have given me a good giggle, well done chaps.

Whoop whoop!

Poetry? Bleedin' poetry!?

Next you'll be swapping recipes and knitting patterns!

Whooooooossshhhh........there goes our street cred!

How much do you two charge for a perm and highlights

There was a young lady called Stan
Who thought quite wrongly he's a man
If i continue much longer
and the poem gets stronger
I'll probly end up with a ban !

Ho! Ho! Ho!
Joe! Joe! Joe!
Any more poetry like that
And we'll never have you back!

Going off topic seems to be your hobby,
I'm here to tell you, as a bobby,
Don't try a comeback,
Or Mrs Stan will bite your sack!

The End

Love it JKD! Very funny