We set off early,to avoid the rush hour,
which now seemed to our folly.
Our excitement had sheered a fan belt,
the tailback lashed us hard.
Now quite used to this charade,
since the air miles had run dry.
Single lane for next ten miles,
delays at junction five.
The wife's no sense of direction,
the sat-nav's got tourettes.
cabin fever,no,I'm not raging,
just under-carrage sweats.
luminance vests are all the rage,
fashions are so fickle.
A spectator sport,the summer craze,
fast lane's at a trickle.
Removed last line : can't remember it now. it was crap.
Delay
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Poems everybody...poems.. the laddie fancies himself a poet!..Pink Floyd-The wall.
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After just completing a road trip m'self can appreciate what you are saying..but that last verse?..well the last line..it jarred for me and lost the rhythm...my sat-nav is gorgeous..she is my soul-mate, if she ever suffered with pms I would cry.
mes
After just completing a road trip m'self can appreciate what you are saying..but that last verse?..well the last line..it jarred for me and lost the rhythm...my sat-nav is gorgeous..she is my soul-mate, if she ever suffered with pms I would cry.
mes