Day glow

day 93

Get out of the road you mad looneys
I cannot pass by as you go
There's twenty to pass by the roadside
You are all going to ruddy slow

To bright the clothes you are wearing
Dayglow luminescent in puke
The horses in the field were not weary
The brightness caused then to all spook

I wish your posh bike had  some mirrors
So you knew what followed you now
Even though we are going throw Sussex
This traffic jam is longer than Slough

Oh god! why the hell do you peddle
You are going down hill all the way
You are going like some mental nutter
Your cycling's  gone all array

Don't signal! Its fine I am psychic
Just whizz straight through the cross roads
Even though we all slammed on brakes now
At least you did not need to slow

And thanks for the single old finger
There wasn't a real need for that
You caused a whole load of pile ups
Because you cycle like a twat.