Werner, Mayday ļ

Jou never see him ride in the schade
he sails over ground and street
laaik a promise in adventure
He is hot on wheels

een riel thrillzieker he is
provokes ze naitladies on zee roks
deze belgian daredeffil is not mis
hoe he zijn nootlot nader loks

whaail up north the ice is melting
He sends his charmes troegh everie room
He’s blest met reasons en goodloekking
en blinkt his eyes naw very soon

He raits poems over piepel
dat had a fewwy bet laif
but wif his groote mouth
he does not sink about his wife

infact He’s nice from kop tot teenen
races his clodings of his laaif
so fast that ieven God is laufing
die onlie one hoe’s afraid, ‘s his waaif

als hij not loeks out, ze fourwheel krak
wie poet him in our dwingingbuis
strik the koordjes fewwy strak
en bring him neffer nooit naar huis


Salu en Zilverfeetje 16okt07


Tank joe Ladies ;-)