From a B M W

From a BMW Slower than snails, slower than slugs, Holdens, Hondas, and Volkswagen bugs; All crawling along in slow moving lanes On the fast freeway, bypassed by the trains. All of the views from the passenger seat Flow as thick as treacle sweet; And once in a while, when you nod off to sleep, The guy behind you, his horn will beep. There is a boy who’s desperate to pee And he’s not by himself, there’s also me. Here is a cafe; the sky’s getting dark, There’s no way to stop, there’s nowhere to park. Here is a cyclist, his bike flying past Whizzing along, going so fast. Here is another, and there’s one more, I close my eyes, we’re stuck for sure. apologies to R L Stevenson. (from a railway carriage)