Hoo Har

Sitting in a traffic jam
Was Kevin Hoo har on the street
People walking faster
As he just sat there in his seat

Sitting there forever
Stress approaching fast
He needed a cigarette to calm his nerves
But he'd already smoked his last

Biting on the steering wheel
Shouting at the air
Waving his arms like a fool
All getting him nowhere

He needed a smoke to help his rage
Before he went stark mad
A smooth puff of calming smoke
Or things would get quite bad

Kevin reaching boiling point
He ran out from his car
Running like a mad man
Into the nearest bar

Inside it was a lovely place
It looked and smelt so clean
But oddly full of gentleman
As no woman could be seen

Men dancing with other men
What a funny place he thought
Denim hats and moustaches
He'd never seen the sort

Then the idea of a stag party
came jumping in his head
All these guys out having a beer
One of them is to wed

He then remembered why he came
So to the crowd to mix
To find himself a cigarette
To get his vital fix

Kevin found a man half naked
Presuming he was the stag
He said, "sorry to stop you dear boy
But could I bum a fag?"