BEASTLY TALES

SPACE INVADERS

Out on the road, driving quietly along,
There’s a toad, doing things wrong,
Zooming up behind me,
They readily find me.
With absolutely no difficulty at all,
Like a heat seeking missile, to appal.
Yes, there’s another Tailgater,
Sitting on my tail, a sixteen wheel freighter.
Does not pass when I slow down,
Sitting close with a hateful frown,
What a stupid, dangerous clown,
Will follow dangerously, all the way to town.

Tailgaters are bad mannered, dangerous louts,
Their illegal actions leave one without doubts,
That their behaviour is selfish, beyond insane,
There’s another one, on my tail again!
Off they go, across double lines,
To heck with safety, to heck with fines,
It’s me-first-ism at it’s worst,
Driving badly, fit to burst!

The Law is clearly quite explicit,
Tailgating is, without doubt illicit.
But the constabulary seems not to be around,
Where tailgaters, like school sharks, do abound.
Cameras on cars would be a good idea,
Pointing backwards, to the rear.
They could capture data, no fear,
Identifying distance and number plate,
Along with ancillary information and date.
Perhaps a button-fired rocket too,
Dispensing instant justice, as it is due!

How about radar, on the front of all cars?
Measuring distances, too near, too fars.
When a vehicle gets too near to the front,
It’s engine automatically switches off, to be blunt!
Well, I think this problem, we may have solved,
It’s only a matter of common sense evolved!