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August 17, 2012
Good god, he’s picking his nose,
his finger’s nearly half way up.
I don’t know how he’s managing to drive,
in his other hand, there’s a starbuck’s cup!
Good grief, now he’s eating a muffin,
he’s level with us again in the queue.
He’s just put his middle finger up at me-
What an incredibly rude thing to do!
Good lord, now we’re sat behind a coach,
containing supporters on their way to a game.
Three of whom are now mooning at us,
some people just don’t have any shame!
Good job we‘ve now safely reached home,
just as Steve Wright’s gone off the air.
Motorway madness has turned my mind,
but I can’t wait to get back out there !
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