Strudles 



She wanted to throw orange juice over his laptop and throw his Playstation out 
of the window along with Lara Croft.

His voice on the phone, it was so annoying he almost sounded spazzed out.

She had a regal look about her, her glasses, greying hair and stunning royal red 
jumper with a collar of ivory framing her neck.
 


Driving to work

As I stop at the traffic lights
I check the ladder in my tights
And look up to see my face
In the rear view mirror’s gaze
When suddenly I spot a scary 
Woman In the car behind me

Can’t see her smile
As she’s parked up for a while
Dressed completely in black
Just a pair of eyes stare back
Like some martial arts fighter
I just stare back at her


Driving to work
It’s such a long way
It’s a good job
It’s such a nice day
Driving to work
Takes up so much of my time
Driving along
And standing in line


I speed ahead in the fast lane
But it is all in vain
As all the traffic just stops again
It’s such a pain
To my left a girl is singing
But the road works are winning

A man dressed in a grey suit
Who is on route
To Birmingham airport
But time is short
He’s going to be late
For his flight


Driving to work
It’s such a long way
It’s a good job
It’s such a nice day
Driving to work
Takes up so much of my time
Driving along
And standing in line


I can’t wait to get to work
Beats being stuck next to this jerk
Sitting amongst the rows
Of traffic, picking his nose
A MacDonalds That would be good
I could really use some food


I’m starving
Haven’t had any breakfast this morning
I just want my coffee and chips
Or cheese and onion flavoured crisps
With a chocolate bar
That would be great, ta.


Driving to work
It’s such a long way
It’s a good job
It’s such a nice day
Driving to work
Takes up so much of my time
Driving along
And standing in line