can I drive for you

Did I pass the test did I do OK

You must have something you want to say

My driving and my responses quick

That chicane drive that made you sick

The red light I jumped with unbounded joy

The pram I grazed and squashed the toy

The pedestrian crossing I ignored

The stamp on the brakes when I felt bored

The Shakespearean insult an artistic touch

The traffic warden didn’t like it much

So did I pass, can I drive for you

Deliver the things you want me to

To cause road chaos any way I can

That’s why I drive a white transit van