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Thursday, March 5, 2015

To the Idiot Behind Me

Twinkle, twinkle little jerk,
I'm just trying to get to work.
Can't you see there, up ahead
The six cars and drivers made of lead?
 
I'd love to make your wish come true
And not be here, I really do.
But we are given what we has,
So please remove yourself
from my ....as(s).


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    1. Sue - Honestly, they drive me nuts!

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  2. I like your form of "road rage." :o]

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    1. Mama Pea - Well, I wasn't quite as nice about it in reality. I did have the joy of seeing one idjut that flew by me (on a slippery road), off the road, mired in snow about a mile ahead. I tooted my horn and waved as I crept by...

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  3. Basking in the sun here.... Your artful rendition of your weather related commuting issues sure helps to remind us about how bad it is back your way. Your weather totally sucks! Wishing you lots of continued sun - very soon!!

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  4. Lol I'll remember this next time there's an idiot behind me. Which, seems to be more and more often lately. So many people really lack in the patience department.

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  5. I can see it now..included with your board game hungry hungry hounds a book of your own "poetry"! I loved it!

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  6. Susan,

    People really need to learn to drive properly instead of driving with no space between your car and there's. Love the poem!!!!

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  7. been there and done that......wish I had, had that poem.

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  8. Karma :)
    Great poem though. Were you gritting your teeth when you were saying it?

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  9. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!! You should submit this somewhere, ha. Love it!!! Going to memorize it and say it out loud in the quiet of my car. :-)

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