Boiling my Blood

The car in front of mine has family stickers

Mum and Dad and one of each

and cat and a fish and a dog

and a teenager

with P plates on,

his yellow Datsun sunny

is busy on his I phone

texting out his blog

My blood just simmers patiently...

1250cc of Suzuki engine

leathers and a helmet and boots all neatly tied

the rider hidden nicely

slips past on my inner side

the Porche that's stuck behind me is

letting out a honk

its italian business owner is

the type I'd love to bonk

My blood heats up a little...

kids in the back of my car

complaining that they will all be late

one for school,one for work

the other for a date

then the cat that's of to the vets

ecapes his metal cage

and chases round the car

in one infernal rage

My blood begins to boil...

the truckie at the traffic lights

on me he casts his eye

peering down my cleavage

from his cabin seat on high

a cheeky wink

to brighten up my day

thats all I need,I am sure

when life is less than play

My blood now at boiling point ...

I cannot stand any more the traffics really bad

the pressure cookers whistled

this traffic jam that I am in

has driven me quite mad

and so the accelerator

I press down to the floor

pedal to the metal

I really know the score

My blood now boiling over ....

my patience all has gone

I ram the stickers in front of me

and the truckie sees my bum

the P plater that was texting

now averts his eyes

as the passenger door swings open

and sends the bikie through the skies

Porche behind is tooting is he looking for a thrill ?

so I slip right into reverse gear

and smashes up his grill

and my blood boils dry ...

now all that done and dusted

I am feeling rather calm

as the policeman that arrests me

takes me by the arm

my kids just look and stare

what on earth is wrong with Marmy

I am afraid my darlings,precious dears

this traffic drove me barmy ...