The Algarvian Driver
Always in a hurry once he’s in a car,
It’s a form of driving that’s quite bizarre,
Pressing you to let him pass
He follows you right up your a***
Cutting up, he overtakes,
Then slapping suddenly on his brakes;
Indicates left, then swops to right,
Wishes he could take to flight,
Although his journey is never far.
He drives like some demented super-star.
Accelerator down with all his might
Tyres scream before a traffic light.
Never stops at a main road junction,
Hitting breaks that hardly function.
Flying down the motor way,
A Grand Prix driver to portray;
For driving fast is just display
Never thinks of disarray.
Has he got correct car-papers?
Or is he one of the legal breakers ?
Perhaps he’s driving just for joy ?
Risks and chances he will employ.
Could it be that he is late ?
Is his speed for an important date,
Let us be just crystal clear,
He’s only hurrying to have a beer.