If i could drive,
I could visit my grandsons and sit them on my knee,
except of course the little chap,
he lives here with me,
I can hold him whenever I wish,

I could drive off up to London,
whenever I so wished,
or I could drive to Stonehenge,
to greet the breaking day,
but I'm too broke too start.

Maybe I could be convenient,
as the designated driver,
when everyone else gets drunk,
I don't,
driving's one of many skills I haven't mastered,
shame eh chaps,
so on that fair note.

I hereby declare for today at last,
my ridicule of poetry is getting rather boring,
In fact,
you,
you there,
in the yellow hat, my God I see you snoring!
(C) Livvi