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
A traffic cop saw Bimbette knitting while driving
And couldn’t believe
his eyes at all
He angrily shouted at
her “Pull over, pull over”
She shouted back “no,
it’s a shawl”
It seems that no matter which road I travel
As soon as I turn onto
it the road works begin
But it’s not the road
works themselves I mind so much
It’s that they’re
never filling the bloody Potholes in
It seems that no matter which road I travel
As soon as I turn onto
it the road works begin
They always get there
before me with one exception
There are never any
problems on the road to ruin
No matter which road I decide to travel along
Road works have got
there before me it seems
I think it’s part of a
new government initiative
“The dig up the roads
to cause congestion scheme”
A cement mixer collided with a prison van
And the incident
was critical
Motorists are
asked to be on the lookout
For sixteen
hardened criminals
There is to be a revolution
In signage, so look out
Take Exit signs for example
They are on the way out
