They’re dangerous, uncouth and some are blind,
The ignorant swine are uncaring, and what’s more,
They often hit you, coming silently from behind,
Leaving your hand arm or elbow, feeling sore,
They test your sanity, patience and mind,
They’ve no warning bells or horn, that’s for sure,
Belting along the pavements, they are a bind,
It’s no use if you beg and implore,
For them to leave more room, not be so unkind,
The few who reply, use sneers, curse-words obscure,
To roads and cycle paths they should be confined,
Their insults, two fingers you’ll have to endure,
Best to use your walking stick – hit ’em on the jaw!
But that’s no solution, not a good idea, you see,
Cause they are young, fit and violence-loving,
They offer scowls and are threatening to me,
Some ride at me, I have to do some manoeuvering,
Which ain’t easy with the walker to push, you see!
Empathy, sympathy, and understanding they are avoiding,
Making this old fart, run and flee!
Taking their photograph may get me a beating,
But don’t give up the struggle, become an attritee,
Join me on my hobbles, bring a Glock, that’s the thing!
They don’t scare me though… well, not too much.
Alright, the law-breaking and getting-away-with-it ‘Gits’ do!