Sometimes you can talk
Your way out of a
ticket
A little bit of charm
Is probably the safest
bet
Humour can work as
well
Don’t say to the men
in blue
“That's great the last
cop
Sometimes you can talk
Your way out of a
ticket
A little bit of charm
Is probably the safest
bet
Humour can work as
well
Don’t say to the men
in blue
“That's great the last
cop
Sometimes you can talk
Your way out of a
ticket
A little bit of charm
Is probably the safest
bet
Humour can work as
well
So, say to the men in
blue
“You don’t need to
check
In the boot, do you?”
When a cop stopped me for speeding
They fined me one
hundred pounds
“I was only trying to
keep up with traffic”
But the traffic
officer stood his ground
Then he looked at me
and responded
“But there are no
other cars around”
“I know” I said “I was
doing a hundred
And I was still losing
ground
Sometimes you can talk
Your way out of a
ticket
A little bit of charm
Is probably the safest
bet
Humour can work as
well
Providing you’re careful
And avoid any
reference
To the Village People
“I have to book you” the Officer said
“In the hope that you
won’t do it again sir”
“No it won’t happen
again” I said
“I’m sorry” the Officer said
“That I have to give
you a ticket sir”
“I’m sorry too” I said
“That I forgot
To plug in my radar
detector”
Bimbette was stopped for speeding
When asked to produce
her license
She launched into a
tirade of abuse
“This doesn’t make any
bloody sense”
When the officer
calmed her down
He asked Bimbette to
explain
“Well you only took it
away yesterday
And now you want to
see it again”
When the police pulled me over
The reason wasn’t
exactly clear
It could have been the
speeding
That caused the police
to appear
Or running several red
lights
Or my complete
inability to steer
Any of the above would
have done it
Of that I am perfectly
clear
But what I said to the
officer
Was what really swung
it I fear
“I can easily reach my
license
Racing through on the green
Breaking hard on the
red
Foot dallying on the
amber
Before belting across
instead
She bought a lifesaving tool for her car
Which for her was
quite astute
It’s designed to cut through
your seat belt
In the event of it
trapping you on route
Particularly in the
aftermath of a Crash
Unfortunately,
Bimbette keeps hers in the boot
I’ve got to drive myself to Blackpool
And I’ve not long
passed my test
Now I have to navigate
my way around
The cobbled motorways
of the northwest
I have six points on my licence
I’ve been done for speeding before
but today I was cautioned to slow down
By my doctor and not
by the law
After passing his driving test, a teenage boy,
Asked his dad if he
would buy him a car
Dad thought about it for
a while and replied
“If you do better at
school than you have so far,
Go to church every
Sunday without fail
And get a haircut. I
will buy you a car”
After a few months had
passed the boy
Asked his dad if he
would buy him a car
Dad thought about it
for a while and replied
“Well, you have
improved at school by far
And you’ve gone to
church every Sunday
But you still need a haircut,
so no car”
The boy replied,
“Since going to church
I have learned a very
great deal so far
Samson, John the
Baptist, Moses, and Jesus
All had long hair, so
we are on a par"
Dad smiled and said, “They may all have had
Long hair but none of
them had a car”
Some drivers are so selfish
And some are arrogant
with it
It seems that when
they buy a car
They think the road
comes with it
I hate driving
I hate what it does to
me
I strive to be better
And behave courteously
But the second
The car door slams
I feel myself change
Into a different man
I lose my
communication skills
Speaking in gestures
Or coded messages on
the horn
That don’t relieve the
pressure
Driving makes me
intolerant
Impatient and aggressive
It makes me angry
Selfish and abusive
I hate driving
I hate what it does to
me
It fills me with rage
For everything I see
Discarded from a moving car
The litter travels
very far
Each piece small or
big
Performs a little
merry jig
Each windblown piece
at play
Participates in the
ballet
Plastic bags float
with ease
Waltzing high upon the
breeze
Sweet papers flutter
Down in the gutter
Coke cans or maybe tango
Dance the tin can
fandango
While larger papers
jitterbug
Thanks to the
litterbug
Driving down country lanes
Top down, wind in my hair
The sun gracing the sky
The wind set fair
The smell of hay,
Freshly mowed
Beasts in the fields
Beyond hedgerows
Blue cloudless skies,
On a glorious summer’s day,
The only blot being
The cyclists in my way
Mild mannered and the meek
Shy and too embarrassed to speak
No goose hears them say boo
They are hardly noticeable to you
Then they get into
a car
And safe behind the wheel
They are transformed
Those once quiet and retiring
Calm and rational people
Are now fearless, bold and brave
Safe in their steel boxes
That they wear like armour
Quarantined from the world
In their metal machines
They make manifest into beasts from hell
They become possessed
Morphing into deranged sociopaths
From Mogwai
to gremlin
Those once too shy to speak
The humble and the tame
Now bellow obscenities
Foul and nasty profanities
To all and sundry
Dispensing venomous rebukes
Like Georges dragon breathing fire
They drive like crazed charioteers
Set loose from the hippodrome
They cut you up
With last second maneuvers
Changing lanes, jumping lights
Leaving chaos in their wake
They sneer at authority
Swear and gesticulate
No one is safe from them
The old lady at the crossing
A group of school children
A priest or a nun
No one is safe from their wrath
Then safely at their destination
Parked in another’s space
They exit the car
And are meek once more
A truck driver was driving along
At a furious rate
When the "Low Bridge Ahead." Sign
Appeared just too late
He braked hard but got stuck
And traffic backed up for miles
Then a traffic cop arrived
Got out of his car and smiles
The cop said “did you get stuck”?
Treating him like a fool
“No, I was delivering this bridge
When I ran out of fuel"
There are three types of driver on our roads
Those who think other road users drive too
fast
Those who think others drive too slow, and
And group three are the one they’re referring
to