Thursday, 14 May 2026

Mansell poems

‎Mansell
‎A marble in a cup shaken about like hell
‎This way that way up down
‎You get the idea it's this way
‎In the back of the jeep
‎As he drives it all over the road
‎Hold on Nigel Mansell at the wheel
‎How fast can he go?
‎Will we get there alive?
‎Or crash n burn all smoke
‎Nothing left of us going to work
‎With the driver who liked racing
‎Like I did 35 years ago hehe
‎Mansell 2
‎Look at the gal over there
‎The one eating nuts
‎She can eat my nuts hehe
‎Like the other one does
‎She's quite nice with big thighs
‎She small legs that don't
‎Touch the floor when she sits down
‎Just like the one who doesn't talk
‎All feel the same with the light off
‎Kiss hold love touch gasp feel
‎Let's get it on babe
‎Jeep to work
‎Mansell 3
‎Give me things to write about
‎Steal my cheap old phone
‎Off me in the jeep
‎I'll pull the pistol from my bag
‎And shoot you in the back
‎As you flee when you see it
‎Hey not my fault you got plugged
‎You started it taking my mobile.
‎I took your cheap life
‎Worth as much as my phone
‎What do you say to that?.
‎Another dead street tough

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