A Twenty Lamenty0

• Poetry Cheese
• 1st October 2014

If 20 is the max (According to the plaques) Why does the man behind His molars start to grind? If I’m not doing 30 He shouts things rather dirty His manners he’s forgetting; It’s needlessly upsetting The sign insists it’s 20 He’s choking on his venti And urging me on faster; We’re heading for disaster