Judging by the registration plate your car is very new
It is your pride and joy I guess, and means a lot to you
It probably is the highest spec and has gadgets galore
Yet you drive it like an idiot, I’ve seen your type before
You swerved along the carriageway, passing all in sight
Oblivious of other drivers, ignoring traffic lights
You overtook a lorry, the driver not at all impressed
When you pulled in right in front of him causing some distress
My car has daytime running lights they are on all the time
That makes me highly visible, there’s nowhere for me to hide
Yet you seemed not to notice that I was on the road at all
When you swerved right in front of me and stopped to take a call
In my mirror I could see you on your phone having a chat
I thought of stopping off to have a word, but decided against that
When I calmed down it became quite clear just what was wrong with you
And lots of others on the road suffer from this too
Although your cars are built for speed, making you feel liberated
The one thing they forget to fit are the ****** indicators
Were you driving in Portugal? Sounds familiar. Loved your poem!
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Unfortunately, I think THEY are everywhere.
Glad you liked the poem, not something I write often. Hope you’re keeping well 🙂
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I loved your poem, I have just got back on the road after passing my test and then never getting a car. Someone came screaming past me on a country lane doing about 70mph I wasn’t being slow either!
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Thanks for your comment, there certainly are some mad people on the roads these days. Thanks too for following 🙂
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