The Poetry of Brian Langley

 

 

Hoons do occasionally get their 'come-uppance'

 

 

 

   The Tale of Arthur's Ute

 

 

There’s a little town in Tassie,

Down on the western side

And that’s where Arthur Carpenter

And his parents did abide.

 

Now, Arthur’s mum was Madeline,

She liked to drink and party

His Dad was Arthur also but

Was usually called Arty.

 

Arty spent most evenings at

The pub consuming beers;

They weren’t the best of parents

As Arthur grew in years.

 

He grew up as a tearaway

In every kind of strife;

He pinched stuff from the local shops,

He mooned the parson’s wife.

 

As soon as he was old enough

He bought a Holden ute,

With chrome flat tray and wide fat tyres,

He reckoned it was beaut.

 

Was all souped up, a big V8,

Exhausts that made a roar;

He’d hoon around the town at night,

Foot hard down on the floor;

 

Doing wheelies on the street,

Burnt rubber filled the air.

The doughnut marks of burnouts,

You’d see them everywhere.

 

It wasn’t long before the law

Had Arthur in its sight,

They simply sat and waited

Till he hooned around at night.

 

They blocked the streets both ends of town,

He couldn’t get away

And so he had to front up to

The magistrate next day.

 

 

 As to what happens in the next 28 verses,  you'll need to buy my booklet "The Forest and other verses" to find out

 

© Brian Langley  24 Sep 2005


 

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