Today I added insult onto injury
To a recovering paragliding
enthusiast
As they lay motionless
in Casualty
When I wrote something
rude on his cast
Today I added insult onto injury
To a recovering paragliding
enthusiast
As they lay motionless
in Casualty
When I wrote something
rude on his cast
A man bought an expensive German car
Primarily to impress
his friends
Unfortunately, he
drove it into a tree
And found out how a
Mercedes bends
I was stuck in traffic
And cursing they delay
And whatever problem
That was in the way
There was an accident
Bike versus van
Resulting in Life changing
Injuries To a man
And my one concern
Had been the
inconvenience
But though I was late
I was not as a
consequence
Left unable to walk
Or injured in anyway
Yes, I was late for
work
But I was still ok
Are you wearing a seat belt?
Well, you must as it’s
the law
Yes, I know its
confining
But not as much as a
mortuary draw
I had a crash with another car
It was my fault,
Granted
And the “little man”
got out
And God how he ranted
“I’m not happy” he
shouted
“I’m not happy” he
said again
I just and smiled and
said
“Which one are you
then?”
I was driving along the dual carriageway
When my boss phoned me
And told me I was
being promoted
It came out of the
blue and surprised me
It came as such a shock
That I swerved the car
quite violently
A little further along
the dual carriageway
And my boss phoned me
again
And told me along with
the promotion
Came a very nice
financial gain
It came as such a
shock
That I swerved the car
violently again
A little further along
the dual carriageway
And my boss phoned to
tell me
And told me along with
the promotion
Came the executive
washroom key
It came as such a shock
That I again swerved
the car violently
My boss phoned further
down the carriageway
And I answered in
hands free mode
And told me along with
the promotion
I was to receive the
penthouse code
It came as such a
shock
I swerved and careered
off the road
Did you hear about the guy?
Who was guillotined
and how
His whole left side
was cut off
Obviously, he's all
right now
One of the guys fell into
The upholstery
machine,
He was quickly
discovered
And they knew what to
do
To get him out the
machine
Now he’s fully recovered
When drivers choose to undertake
A risky manoeuvre is
undertaken
But what they risk
undertaking
Is an appointment with
an undertaker
My dear friend was pulled under
By a strong currant,
and tragically
My dear friend was
drowned
In his breakfast bowl
of muesli
On the M25 just beyond Dartford
She lost control of her car and crashed
Hitting the barrier with great force
Then came rest with the car smashed
It happened close to where she lived
She was nearly home, not far to go
But she sat trapped in her crumpled car
Covered in blood from head to toe
The paramedic attending the crash
Examined her as a matter of urgency
But apart from the blood covering her
He was at a loss to find any injury
“Where are you bleeding from?”
He asked the girl in the battered Ford
Slightly annoyed the girl responded
“I’m from bleeding Romford”
The most painful household incident
Is
NOT
Stepping
bare foot on an upturned plug
That
you forgot
The
most painful household incident
Is
instead
Stubbing
your little toe in the dark
On
your way back to bed
I had a crash with another car
It was my fault, Granted
And the “little man” got out
And God how he ranted
“I’m not happy” he shouted
“I’m not happy” he said again
I just and smiled and said
“Which one are you then?”
John Ellis worked hard
And
spent his leisure time
Pubbing
and Clubbing
Till
late
Very
late
This
night didn’t differ
When
he crawled into his pit
Much
the worse for drink
It
was late
Very
late
When
he awoke in the morning
Thick
head pounding
He
stared bleary eyed at the clock
It
was late
Very
late
Slowly
what he saw permeated the haze
Dawning
on him in the half light
And
he cursed
I’m
late
I’m
late
He
hurriedly scraped the ice
Then
when he got in the car
The
radio confirmed
He
was late
Very
late
He
was a safe driver normally
But
today he drove too fast
He
took too many chances
Because
he was late
Very
late
He
raced on to the motorway
Despite
the spray and patchy mist
He
raced on ever conscious
He
was late
Very
late
Bright
red lights
Pierced
through the mist suddenly
He
braced himself and braked
Too
late
Too
late
His
mangled body sat motionless
In
the tangle of mangled metal
And
his life ebbed away
Late,
late
The
late John Ellis
If seventy five percent of all
Accidents
happen or befall
Within
five miles of home say
Why
not move ten miles away