Road Haze

White-van man, Sunday drivers

Mrs middle of the road

A cricket pitch in transit

Pursuing Castle-sized, wide load

Do they work out where I'm going?

And rush to be their first

In my following the one in front

I'm considerably, cursed

Tractor trailing, at two miles an hour

Bends are all insight

Low loaders, ride on mowers

Can they not see, my sorry plight?

I want to get from A to B

Without there purposeful delay

I've filled my car with rabbits feet

To keep their hex at bay

Cars with no obvious driver, visable!

How can they see the road?

Lorry hooligans, gestering

Their destination, female goad

Boy racers with manhole exhausts

Vying with their mates

Posh blokes, diving, for the windscreen

To prove their bag inflates!

Mr Rev at traffic lights

Proving he's a man

Mr Switch and Mr Twiddle

Look! I've got a fan!

Mr Shiny, just bought a body kit

Squeezing behind the wheel

Mr Wax, out with his vax

In his polished, E reg deal

The older generation

Griped steadfast, trying to steer

Mrs it's an air loom

A blast from yester year

Mr I'm inadequate

Well he could have bought a house

Shiny paintwork stuns

Baggy trousers for his nouse

They're all out there and there waiting

In every village, every street

I think I'll buy a bike

Or even better, use my feet!

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