So I’m driving back home at the end of the day,
When a stupid young driver is ready to play.
See, he’s weaving about behind my car –
But this is the time that he’s going too far.
Thinking “He’s in a hurry” I just let him go by
When a very rude gesture just catches my eye.
We stop at the traffic lights, and whilst we wait
I copy the number from his number plate.
There’s a telephone number upon his van –
“Oh yes, now I’ve got you - you nasty little man.”
Down goes the number - I’m feeling quite cross,
But early next morning I speak to the boss.
Number plate’s noted, the driver’s confirmed –
“Is this the sort of person to represent your firm?”
His boss is so angry then when he comes back –
He finds his cards are ready, and he’s given the sack.
Copyright 2007
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