The world just seems to want to rush about
no patience it seems which makes people wanna shout
The roads are where it happens the most
verbal diarrhoea diagnosed and swear words overdosed
It makes people all stressed and shouty
raising their fists looking all louty
What's the point in this thing called road rage?
Can't we just say 'whoops' and cut to the next stage
Life just seems too short to be this cross
mistakes get made so who gives a toss
I wish we could chill, let it pass us by
It sometimes gets to me, I'll be honest and not lie
As I sit here writing this verse I can hear horns from the road
big lorries, so busy carrying their load
It's busy out there on the A38
does anyone really sit there, in a jam, all sedate
If in that situation there is nothing one can do
unless you start needing the loo
Now that is the time to definitely swear
my bladder will burst does anyone care?
That's when everyone needs to leave the road
get out of the way my bladder is about to explode
A sign appears, services this way
calm is restored, the rush is over everything will be okay
The next time you feel your blood is about to boil
think 'oh no this day it will spoil'
STOP take those breaths in nice and slow
instead of swear words, grit your teeth, wave or say 'hello'
Thank you for reading today.
Join me again tomorrow for
Free From Friday.
But for now....
A Verse for Thursday....
is a chance for me to share some of my poems I have written and also my favourite poems from other writers, hope you enjoy them.