Sits in his chair he falls asleep But get him behind a wheel in the driving seat its like he’s been plugged into the mains! Adrenaline racing through his veins!!
Imaginary brake pedal, nearly hitting the kerb! Though he tells me HIS driving is just superb! The language could make the air turn blue God help you if you’re in the wrong queue!
You must get in the right lane there’s NO second chances Whatever your problem or circumstances If you’ve missed your exit you won’t get another You will have to go round again you, WILL suffer
Calling out names and gesticulating All because of bad overtaking Expletive language and blasting his horn He’s gone past the point of no return!
Quoting facts from the Highway Code ‘’They should never be driving on the road!’’ I sit transfixed looking straight ahead Its the traffic lights🚦 I used to dread
The time we would be at a standstill together Didn’t do me much good with my blood pressure! If eye contact made smile though gritted teeth 😬 Wishing the ground would swallow me up from underneath
It seemed an age before the lights turned green So relieved If he didn’t cause a scene Drivers like him should really be in a cage I guess it’s just a touch of the dreaded road rage 😡
Poetry ~Totally 