An Ode to the SUV

An Ode to the SUV

Oh SUV, Oh SUV

How you fill your owner, with such glee.

Styled like a Bus, one can't help but cuss,

It's so strange you give so many a boner.

Your pilots are obviously loners.

Blocking our view where ever we go,

With your 20 inch wheels there for the show.

You're so overweight you need a diesel,

To meet those targets on CO2,

Shame you look like a lump of poo.

With your flagrant disregard for unsprung weight,

There's no chance you'll make the Tate.

You're an object of ridicule, an object of hate,

Just don't get me started on your weight.

Oh SUV, Oh SUV, take a real good look at me,

I'm a normal car just trying to make progress,

Not interested in your lack of prowess,

If only you could be a bit more subtle,

I wouldn't be stuck here in this kerfuffle.

You use more energy to do the same journey,

What a pointless endeavour with no use like a Gurney.

Time to recycle it and take the wrap.

No need to get yourself in a flap.

Sell it on, and do us a favour,

Get that pile of junk, and it's toxic taste,

Off to the junk yard, with much haste.