“Ian Driver from Kent”
Sounds like the beginning of a limerick.
Ian Driver from Kent
Complained until he was spent
With small expectations
He slandered relations
And so to hell he was sent
“Sounds like the beginning of a limerick.”
Ian Driver from Kent
Whose reasoning got up and went
Oh, no, what have you started? :-)
Ian Driver from Kent,
Up to the building, he went,
Graffiti he scrawled,
On the Dickens House wall,
And now to the judge he'll be sent.
:-)
Ian Driver from Kent,
Over Charles Dickens got bent,
He messed up his house,
Like a shitty little mouse,
and now has the dickens to pay.
Or a guy in a Monty Python sketch.
I think of “Ivor, the Engine Driver” from “A Quick One While He’s Away”