I am ambitious for a truck and a hoist
Created | Updated May 28, 2008
A bloke, a bloke! I met a bloke o' the heath,
A track-suited bloke, with a truck that rocked!
The way was blocked by a bloke
and his truck. Blocked by a guy and a truck with a hoist.
A rusty truck, that rocked and rolled with a 'van;
a 'van that swung as it hung from the hoist.
A fly-tipp'd caravan; dumped and trashed, tryes flat
and windows smashed. Hung on a chain. One chain!
Swung by one chain. Dangled from its midriff!
The truck, it rolled, and the truck, it swayed.
The caravan dipped and the caravan twisted.
The tyres they lifted, and the truck it tipped!
But the bloke, the track-suited bloke!
Single handed, on tip-toe; one hand he held the truck,
one hand, he held the 'van.
Full stretch, finger tip precise, the 'van was steadied.
Steadied and guided, the 'van was landed!
An 'ooff' and a sink and the 'van was landed
on the back of the truck and off they drove.
Nod of head and casual wave; nod and a wave
to the gathered car-jam, the open-mouthed car-jam,
and off they drove.
My face began to grin. Chortles surfaced
and I did laugh a full five minutes
(by Eric Smith's time check, down the A49).
O noble fool! No hard hat in sight, no H an' S...
Oh could-have-been-crushed clown!
You knew your truck, your hoist, your business!
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