Honkers (Fun Poem 172) - Poem by David Harris
Some people are like little kids
when it comes to car horns.
They think it is some new toy
to be played with as much as they can.
You slow down to turn a corner
and you can almost guarantee
there will be a honker around.
If they didn’t have a horn to blow
they would wind down a window
and start hurling abuse at you.
They are attention seekers
because they cannot drive
in a sensible manner
and want everyone to look at them.
Myself I just shake my head
and think what a pathetic fool they really are.
Especially when there is no reason
why they should act that way.
They are not answering an emergency call
just being another stupid individual,
They think they are
the best thing on four wheels
and everyone should look at them.
The problem is
they have theirs brains
where the sun don’t shine
and they are not as good
as they think they are.
17 August 2015
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