Inside of my carYou are
It looks like someone has been moulting
The passenger foot-wellThe pocket on the door
Since when did these become a store
For plastic bottles
Wrappers, hair clips?
As the car corners, everything slips
I park the carAnd am disgusted
If mess is a crime, then I am busted!
All the dust and all the crumbs
Pressed into seats by my kids bums
Not one inch of cloth is clear
You'd think they ate their dinner here!
I spot a blackened banana skinAnd realise my car is no more than a bin
What kind of human being am I
To drive a wheeled version of a pig sty?
So I clean it outCrumbs, dust and hair wisps
And then someone opens a packet of crisps......