A man on his own in a car <br />Is revenging himself on his wife; <br />He open the throttle and bubbles with dottle <br />and puffs at his pitiful life <br /> <br />She's losing her looks very fast, <br />she loses her temper all day; <br />that lorry won't let me get past, <br />this Mini is blocking my way. <br /> <br />'Why can't you step on it and shift her! <br />I can't go on crawling like this! <br />At breakfast she said that she wished I was dead- <br />Thank heavens we don't have to kiss. <br /> <br />'I'ld like a nice blonde on my knee <br />And one who won't argue or nag. <br />Who dares to come hooting at me? <br />I only give way to a Jag. <br /> <br />'You're barmy or plastered, I'll pass you, you bastard- <br />I will overtake you. I will! ' <br />As he clenches his pipe, his moment is ripe <br />And the corner's accepting its kill.<br /><br />John Betjeman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meditation-on-the-a30/
