JOYS OF THE OPEN ROAD

 

I used to love to drive but not anymore

I used to look forward to it

Any excuse but not these days

Driving is so joyless

Road rage abounds

Aggressive gestures are commonplace

Hand signals not found in the Highway Code

Two fingered gesticulations

Or one fingered like the Americans do

Called flipping the bird I believe

Or the one that looks like they’re shaking coffee beans

Then there’s tail gating or undertaking

A complete lack of lane discipline

You get blinded by flashing lights

Or deafened by sounding horns

Or you’re subjected to a tirade of verbal abuse

Language to make a fish wife blush

And the men are just as bad