Mobility ScootersA Poem by George David Hope
MOBILITY SCOOTERS
There like a mobile army Or Daleks on Doctor Who Where have they all came from? I just haven't got a clue Silently building up their numbers Hiding in every nook and cranny I'm on about mobility scooters Driven by a granny Oblivious to everybody Or the surroundings that they're in There just like a bowling ball And everyone's a pin They seem to go right for you At your feet they do take aim Seeing how many they can take out For them it's like a game They never even say sorry You're lucky if they give you a glance Crouched up like racing drivers Wearing Tenna pants Be it roads or pavements They just don't seem to care The HIghway Code doesn't apply to them It's like it's only them there You need to dive for cover When you see them head your way And they really come out in force When it's pension day You see them when you're shopping Weaving to and fro And when you try to pass them There's no where for you to go So my friends please heed my warning About this danger we all do face A traffic warden should give them all a ticket And put them in their place
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