Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
BMW Boy by Steve Collier
You're standing at the bar,
Or even at the gym,
When in walks BMW Boy,
I think his name is Tim.
He speaks a little too loud,
His suit shortly behind,
Tells us how important he is:
The King of All Mankind.
Keys thrown where all can see,
The briefcase just ajar,
Flashing important paperwork,
And don't forget the car!
Hair slicked back day and night,
Eye brows nicely plucked,
Sunshine teeth and pearl drop eyes,
With cufflinks neatly tucked.
Exfoliate, exfoliate! Conditioner and creams,
Drive a BMW!
In other people's dreams!
Macho talk and bonding time,
Lager and nights out,
Lots of stuff to think about,
Important things to shout!
At the bar Penguin-like, swaying side to side,
Groups of Tims stand alone with BMWs parked outside.
Posted: April 2007. Copyright: Steve Collier.
Editor's note: Naturally, the handsome model and beautiful motor car pictured on this page are in no way associated with the behaviour of the fictional characters described in this tongue-in-cheek poem!