shazzas sloppy stuff

I miss the one who would cut you down and put you in your place
Whether she was right or wrong she’d be there in your face!
She never revealed quite who she was, her barriers were firmly in place
Behind the cat with the finger up there lurked a cheeky face

I miss the one, the beautiful one who someone thought was fat
One liners were her favorite way of dealing with that twat
Our late night witterings were of a sort that should have been X rated
We could never remember them cos both of us were wasted! :oops:

I miss the car, that really fast car, whose music taste I shared
He appeared to be a hard faced git, yet another who inside cared
He lives in a windmill in a far of land, with clogs and mice on the stairs
And according to local myth and legend, needs a leg up to get his shares :P

I even miss the one who was dead, apparantly when he arrived :shock:
Think what you like, he knew more than most, about floppys and my hard drive
Big red writing and dark humour is something Im gonna miss
But I miss all of the above…. where is the justice in this?

This is a poem so please dont delete, Ive said nuffink wrong you see
Just reminiscing, and chewing the fat over this wierdness that is JC.