Crash, smash a flying bottle <br />Enters my back yard at full throttle <br />I missed the little blighters which is more than a pity <br />But thats just simple run of the mill when you live in ASBO City <br /> <br />The party starts at twelve a.m. the music plays til three <br />I wouldnt really mind so much <br />But THE WOMBLES aint for me! <br /> <br />Up pulls a local taxi van <br />Intoxicated youths on board <br />They've hopped over next doors garden gate <br />Coz the fare they cant afford <br /> <br />The impatient taxi driver rings on the neighbours bell <br />Until he finally realises a rat he starts to smell <br /> <br />'Hey mate' he says 'I dont suppose' <br />'You've nine unruley sons' <br />'They owe me ten quid taxi fare and have left their bag of guns' <br /> <br />'I'll sue the little buggers if my boss gives me the boot <br />And what the hell am I meant to do, with their bloody bag of loot'! !<br /><br />Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/asbo-city-fun/
