THE SQUIRT CUT ME UP

 

I was driving my wife’s car the other day

And someone cut me up while on my way

The problem is that things are less familiar

Switches are different to my own little car

I went to sound the horn at the car ahead

And then the windscreen washers squirted

With trickling water obscuring my vision

I reflected on the wisdom of my decision

I shouted at him in defiance like you do

“Bastard, now let that be a lesson to you”