14 December 2012
Excuse me I'd like to say, But are you waiting for Christmas Day? The car in front of you has gone, Round the round about and away.
Perhaps your waiting for an invitation, To put your foot on the gas; But if you don't make a move soon, I'm going to drive into your ass.
Why must you dither, When you have the right of way? Even stop in the middle of the round about, You'll cause an accident mate!
Look dithering Doris, Don't be so polite, Put the pedal to the metal And make that Micra take flight.
Dedicated to all the dithering Doris's I encounter daily. Aaarrrrgggh
Doris • Opuss № I