My Little Road Rage Poem By Me

Warning: If you are bothered by road rage, of if you have ever been a victim of road rage, or if you and I are giving each other the finger right now on Highway ZZZ, this poem may not be for you. Okay, deep breath now. Ready? We got this! Road rage. Whose got it? Who wants it? Who are you, my little Pretty? MUCK BOO! MUCK BOO! Loud and mean and extra sassy. MUCK BOO! MUCK BOO! None of your business, sweet little grand-massy. Okay, now all together now. Welcome to Hwy ZZZ. Here comes the cars. The trucks and the SUV’s. Some are texting, others are simply watching TV. Excuse me, but where are you heading today, Mr. B? MUCK BOO! MUCK BOO! Loud and proud, and out of control. MUCK BOO! MUCK BOO! So glad I’m the famous little MUCK BOOing road rage mono-troll. I can’t use my INSIDE VOICE or I CAN’T HEAR YOU, so MUCK BOO! I wisely do not add, I can’t HEAR YOU… Because I am laying on my horn, Screaming, yelling, shrieking, and Chasing down a black truck that Made me mad a second ago. A Chevy truck. We give each other the middle finger. MUCK BOO! I shriek. Make sense it’s a CHEVY. Chevy drivers are CRAZY. Every time something weird happens or somebody Tries to catch up with me when I’m doing 120 on the MUCK BOO freeway, it’s a MUCKING CHEVY driver! Was I up all night again? Who wants to know? Who are YOU to ask me? I’m the MOM here. And MUCK BOO because I am a lot better after two whole hours sleep! Road rage. When do we get it? When does it kick in? We all want to know. Here on Kentucky Bluegrass Channel XY10.