Horns of Dilemma

A juggernaut was first to pass its twin horns sounding loud.

It spewed out clouds of smoke, and gas …The driver looked quite proud.

I glanced at him. He gave a stare. I looked him in the eye.

He put two fingers in the air and honked, and then passed by.

A coach appeared by my side, crammed tight with yobs, and booze.

I stared ahead, and kept my pride …They screamed at me abuse.

They threw their erds mpty cans at me, and thought it such a joke,

I slowed right down, the coach crept by in clouds of toxic smoke.

I heard beep, beep,behind me, and feared what was to come.

A lorry in my mirror you see, was driving up my bum.

The driver with his heavy load was swearing as he passed.

He shook his grimy fist at me… I was scared, I felt harassed.

De daa de daa…De daa de daa. The trumpet horn was plain.

A Mini pulled beside my car, he hogged the middle lane.

The driver pointing up ahead was spoiling for a race.

He looked so young I shook my head. He went off at a pace.

I came upon the carnage rife, a Juggernaut, a lorry,

a coach, a car…No sign of life… The site was sad, and sorry.

The sun shone down upon the scene of terrible death, and sadness.

What happiness there could have been without Midsummer Madness.

We carried on my car, and me, the Porche in overdrive.

both of us quite steadily….. pushing sixty five.