Bloody French drivers never use their indicators. <br />Roundabouts go the wrong bloody way. <br />All the bloody placenames sound bloody foreign, <br />and the brakes in the back aren't working. <br /> <br />Oldest's got the volume too loud on his Gameboy, <br />Youngest's started whining 'cos she wants it too. <br />Bloke's trying to pick his nose without us seeing, <br />and the brakes in the back aren't working. <br /> <br />Stop at the services for drinks and chocolate. <br />Youngest has them both and she then feels sick; <br />throws up out the window as we overtake a cyclist, <br />and the brakes in the back aren't working. <br /> <br />Oldest keeps asking are we nearly there yet. <br />Youngest keeps on shouting that she wants a wee. <br />Bloke lost his credit card when he filled with petrol, <br />and the brakes in the back aren't working. <br /> <br />I'm sure we've done this straight bit of road before, <br />Bloke can't see the map so I'm keeping stum. <br />Pass a strange sight in a cycle helmet, <br />and the brakes in the back aren't working. <br /> <br />Big bloody lorry coming out of a side road, <br />Bloke must've forgotten that we must give way. <br />I'm stamping on the floor but it's no bloody use, <br />'cos THE BRAKES IN THE BACK AREN'T.....<br /><br />Wild Bill Balding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-brakes-in-the-back-for-backseat-drivers-everywhere/
