Monthly Archives: April 2012

Ode to the obnoxious driver who tried unsuccessfully to cut me up this morning.

It may be that you dare assume
Gazumping me’s OK
No matter patient waiting, no —
It’s all about you, today.

But I was here in front of you,
Till alongside you sneaked.
Is your time more precious than mine?
My curiosity’s piqued.

You can think, and you can dream
Of passing me, assured.
But you are wrong, and let me say
With due respect: