My sleep was yet again disturbed the other night by a guy riding up and down the street on his annoyingly loud mini scooter. Instead of going on a page long rant about how rude and inconsiderate this guy is I have decided to let out my frustrations in a more entertaining way. I have written an ode to my tormentor in the style of the Bud Light Real Men of Genius commercials. The words in parenthesis are to be sung by a fabulous backup singer of course. ;) Ode to Mr. Late Night Mini Scooter Rider
by (a sleep deprived) Kelley Davis
Today we salute you, Mr. Late Night Mini Scooter Rider (Mr. Late Night Mini Scooter Rider)
Waking your neighbors up at all hours, you cruise the neighborhood sounding like a dying hummingbird. (dear God it’s annoying)
You proudly hop on your tiny gas fired chariot to grab a snack and a six pack. (gotta have that beef jerky)
Are little scooters manly? Heck yeah they are; you can balance an entire bag of groceries while skillfully keeping your knees from dragging the pavement. (watch out for road-rash)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light O’ Outlaw of the Mini Hog, because it’s probably not the only tiny thing between your legs. (Mr. Late Night Mini Scooter Rider)