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John Betjeman - Meditation On The A30
Work rating: Medium

A man on his own in a car
Is revenging himself on his wife;
He open the throttle and bubbles with dottle
And puffs at his pitiful life

She`s losing her looks very fast,
She loses her temper all day;
That lorry won`t let me get past,
This Mini is blocking my way.

"Why can`t you step on it and shift her!
I can`t go on crawling like this!
At breakfast she said that she wished I was dead-
Thank heavens we don`t have to kiss.

"I`d like a nice  blonde on my knee
And one who won`t argue or nag.
Who dares to come hooting at me?
I only give way to a Jag.

"You`re barmy or plastered, I`ll pass you, you bastard-
I will overtake you. I will!"
As he clenches his pipe, his moment is ripe
And the corner`s accepting its kill.
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