The Dirty Car And Local Vulgar Snobs Poem Poem by Shaun Cronick

I'll have to wash the car,
The muck is three feet deep.
It's now a local landmark,
But I'm not losing sleep.

I'll do it when I'm ready,
For the neighbours are a pain.
With their snidey little comments,
Oh how those snobs complain.

When are you going to wash it,
Has your water been cut off.
You can grow potatoes on it,
Oh how they love to scoff.

But today is not wash day,
That will be a future date.
And I hope it doesn't rain,
Just to keep them all irate!