Motorway Hassles.

A funny little black car sitting in a lane

being a pain

No sense of shame or decency

with the frequency of its unwarranted 


What a way to break to the boredom eh?

To take the dullness out of a rainy day

on the motorway

by watching a funny little black car

stay put in the middle aisle,

testing its brakes all the while.

The End

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