One from the 1984 album

Here’s a little ditty I wrote some considerable years ago which was in the album I’d put together for Mum and Dad’s wedding anniversary in 1984.
I passed my test forty years ago and have been pretty fortunate in the driving stakes.
After yesterday’s Grand Prix up the road (we are walking everywhere today), I thought you might enjoy this.

The Art of Driving.

Driving along in your new car
Feeling like a grand movie star,
Behind the wheel, tunelessly humming
Your fingers against it in rhythm drumming
When BANG! Some idiot hits you.
It’s no good exploding and losing your cool,
Or shouting abuse at this ignorant fool.
Because in driving, there is an art
As guesswork plays an important part
In anticipating what others might do.
And so you get out to inspect your cortina
Its boot and back bumper now all concertina’d
Seething with anger, frustration and rage,
The cost to repair it is quite hard to gauge
You feel like smashing his face in.
You swap names and addresses,
As always, no witnesses,
Back in your motor, a good start to the day.
And so late for work, you’re soon on your way
Just hoping the Boss isn’t pacing.
Have you ever noticed there’s always a race
For nabbing that final free parking space,
Positioning your vehicle to slowly back in
You check in the mirror and see a big grin
As a mini had nipped in before you.
You swear, toot your horn
Show two fingers in scorn,
Drive off, shake your fists,
Such impatient motorists
Should catch the bus now as I do.

 

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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