You know, I ain’t usually one for following the rules,
But sometimes, just sometimes,
They’re there for a reason, you fools.
Just take roundabouts my friends,
They’re designed to keep the traffic flowing,
Now let’s pause here, you do comprehend?
The other lanes clear, my ignorant friend,
This is your chance to hop on and go,
Before you send me around the bend.
Too dangerous you think and sit still,
You ain’t seen anything close to danger yet,
I’m going to be coming in for the kill.
Exactly where did you get your license again?
Wasn’t a cereal box, was it?
Sorry let me make amends.
You’ve sat there an eon and let me stew,
That, you clodhopping lout it a fatal mistake
Get out of my way, grandma’s coming through
© Deb Whittam 2020