The Neighbourhood Hoon Poem by Paul Warren

He obtained his licence at an early age
Against the advice of the Road Safety sage
So his parents bought an older large car
Thinking that it would be safer from afar
But he had designs to become a local hoon
Using every chance to lay rubber and zoom

His neighbours came to detest him in his time
And wanted to arrest his hooning grime
So they went to the local police with a plan
For next time he went out laying rubber at his demand
This time the police were around and stopped him
He lost his licence and his car was seized in his bad dream.

© Paul Warren Poetry