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Don’t drive like a twat this springtime

I’m a little concerned about ice-cream vans. Usually I hear the first ice-cream van of spring in February. I haven’t heard one yet so I’m assuming the population is in decline.

Evidently, it’s spring in the Guildford postcodes so here’s a poem about it. About spring, not the Guildford postcodes.

It rhymes, because poet.

Don’t Drive Like A Twat This Springtime

Don’t drive like a twat this springtime.
Don’t mow down a badger or two.
Don’t squash a hesitant bunny
Just to get first in the queue.

So what if you’re late for your meeting
Or the last seat has gone on the train?
Some bunnies will still have their mummy
So slow down on that nasty chicane.

It’s been proven by rigorous science
That good drivers have lovely bums.
Kind drivers are terribly clever
And bad ones are terribly dumb.

All the squirrels, frogs, pigeons and foxes
And winged hairy thingies like that
Will sing your praises forever
‘Cos you didn’t drive like a twat.

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