Hoons do occasionally get their 'come-uppance'
The Tale of Arthur's Ute
There’s a little town in Tassie,
Down on the western side
And that’s where Arthur Carpenter
And his parents did abide.
Now, Arthur’s mum was Madeline,
She liked to drink and party
His Dad was Arthur also but
Was usually called Arty.
Arty spent most evenings at
The pub consuming beers;
They weren’t the best of parents
As Arthur grew in years.
He grew up as a tearaway
In every kind of strife;
He pinched stuff from the local shops,
He mooned the parson’s wife.
As soon as he was old enough
He bought a Holden ute,
With chrome flat tray and wide fat tyres,
He reckoned it was beaut.
Was all souped up, a big V8,
Exhausts that made a roar;
He’d hoon around the town at night,
Foot hard down on the floor;
Doing wheelies on the street,
Burnt rubber filled the air.
The doughnut marks of burnouts,
You’d see them everywhere.
It wasn’t long before the law
Had Arthur in its sight,
They simply sat and waited
Till he hooned around at night.
They blocked the streets both ends of town,
He couldn’t get away
And so he had to front up to
The magistrate next day.
As to what happens in the next 28 verses, you'll need to buy my booklet "The Forest and other verses" to find out
© Brian Langley 24 Sep 2005
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