Sung to the Frere Jacques (Brother John) tune:
Just like Honda,
Just like Kawi,
Inline four,
Such a bore,
No imagination,
Just a recreation,
A copy,
Blasphamy.
More displacement,
Which would have meant,
Much more torque,
Bloor's a dork,
Should have been a triple,
Would have hardened nipple,
But no luck,
What the fruck?
This song must come,
To a close now,
Time for bed,
Turn off head,
Writing not terrific,
Very soporific
I must snore,
Rhyme no more.