Rise and Shine Sport
Rise and Shine Sport,
Trucks and cars everywhere
All cars have their share
On never ending roads
Filled with heavy loads
So roads need support
Rise and shine sport,
Drivers with selfish greed
Drivers who cannot read
The rules of the book.
My mother is the rook
The twats are other sorts
Rise and shine sport,
The clock is ticking.
Better keep driving
Until time runs out,
Her boss runs her mouth
And files her report
Rise and shine sport,
My heart pounds and pounds
Like a merry go round
Eyes on a ring road
Or stitches would be shown
Might as well find the airport
Copyright © Mark Anthony Bartolo | Year Posted 2020
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