There was a young boy called, “JFK”,
Who I’ve known only through work, for a while now.
His nickname is “Hyper”,
And he enjoys his girls higher.
One day this young boy,
Had decided to buy wheels,
Instead of a car,
He’d get himself a two-wheeler.
At work “JFK” is a practical joker,
Just like a few others, who did it for laughter.
If it was one joke not to be,
It happened to poor little Johnny.
After having his scooter delivered to work,
He’d be delighted to show the bike off.
Riding it up and down the back lane,
While men at work are watching him, from a crane.
As he did go to lunch to see someone leave work,
He turned up back to work, in a drunken-sod state.
His scooter was a passion, of which he was thrilled,
For the last couple of months, had been rough on him.
The scooter wasn’t to be found.
The scooter disappeared!
And that had been stolen, the unsecured scooter,
In temper and frustration he over-reacted.
Cheer up “JFK”! It happens to all of us,
For it may pop and the Police, they locate.
So don’t go for broke or even bust,
Take it easy and we will wish you ‘Good luck’.
AS WE ARE ALL BEHIND YOU!
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