I was presented by Mrs G.B's eldest lad, an A4 sheet of paper titled OOF. I read it and couldn't stop laughing about it. I seem to be taken the pish out of for spending quite some time on here, so he wrote a poem about OOF
Please read on.........................
OOF
They're lean and they're mean, they're big and they're bad
they give a new meaning to the word sad
they'd rather go drive, than go out with the lads
are they a bit depressive, eh' just a tad
From watching fifth gear to fixing their car
they have no idea what fun people are
for people who talk about cars in the sun
they could of at least picked a good one
Less of the politics, more of James May
they're all to busy to come out and play
and if there is a chance , it's you offend
oh well, haven't you got a car you need to mend
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Ryan, 12
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