Speccie Road Rage

John Whitworth · #1 10-29-2009, 02:46 AM

Nobody won anything for a fable, as far as I could see, but I can't remember anybody trying. Anyway, this week's looks better. Curses are a splendid thing.

No. 2622: Road rage
You are invited to submit a rhymed curse penned by a motorist on a cyclist, a cyclist on a pedestrian or a pedestrian on either (maximum 16 lines). Entries to Competition 2622 by midday on 11 November or email lucy@spectator.co.uk. Email is preferable in view of the current postal disruption.

A pity motorists can't curse pedestrians, useless, dithering, superfluous things.

Maryann Corbett · #2 10-29-2009, 05:22 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by John Whitworth

A pity motorists can't curse pedestrians, useless, dithering, superfluous things.

As a licensed pedestrian, I take offense

That ought to put me in the mood for proper curse-making.

Roger Slater · #3 10-29-2009, 10:44 AM

MY WAY OF SAYING BEEP

You jerk! That's just a bicycle!
If you had half a brain,
you'd know you can't keep up with cars,
so get out of my lane!

I don't care if your name is Lance
and you're a great big star.
You may have won the Tour d'France,
but you can't beat a car,

so pull aside and let me pass!
I haven't got all day.
Just move your Lycra-covered ass
and get out of my way!

Maryann Corbett · #4 10-30-2009, 08:33 AM

This is probably too irreverent for the Speccie, but as Marion says elsewhere, what the hey.

Pedestrian's Metrical Psalm

How long, O Lord, wilt Thou endure him? he
that loometh o'er me in his SUV
and beareth down upon me? O send down
Thy wrath and smite with plagues the smug-faced clown
who nattereth on his cell phone all the day
and granteth not pedestrians' right of way.
Beset with speed traps all his ways at once!
Afflict his every route with radar guns,
with troopers hid in hedge and bush and thicket,
and wield the justice of thy speeding ticket.
That we may know how righteous are Thy graces,
deprive him, Lord, of any parking spaces
(in all such car parks as he wand'reth in)
with room enough for his Leviathan.

John Whitworth · #5 10-30-2009, 12:16 PM

Not at all, Maryann. I think it will do very well. Put it in and see. I'd bet on it.

John Whitworth · #6 10-30-2009, 01:30 PM

Me again. Here's a curse. To tell you the truth I have nothing against cyclists. How could I when the divine Boris cycles like anything? But for the sake of Art...

Road Rage

MALEDICO, late and early,
In the fiery furnace lobbing
Cultivation’s antipode:

Cyclists, scrofulous and surly,
Ring-a-dinging, bare knees bobbing,
In the latest yahoo mode,

Hurtling through the hurly-burly,
Crotches sweating, thighs a-throbbing,
Heedless of the Highway Code,

Yawping youth and gurning girly,
Slobbering yobbos, grunting, gobbing
Desecrators of the road.

Seize them by the short and curly,
Drown their shrieks and stanch their sobbing,
Terminate each little toad.

So my verse is. So my curse is.

Janet Kenny · #7 10-30-2009, 04:07 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Roger Slater

so pull aside and let me pass!
I haven't got all day.
Just move your Lycra-covered ass
and get out of my way!

Roger,
Don't forget that the Speccie is English and they say "arse" which in English mouths is a rhyme for "pass". Be brave and spell "ass" as "arse". It will improve your chances. I love it.

(And all of the rest. I haven't even started yet.)

FOsen · #8 10-30-2009, 11:33 PM

Whenever at my back I’d hear
Your two-wheeled chariot whizzing near,
Your loudly bellowed, Hey, look out!
I’d pray for you, you Lycra’d lout,
Some close encounter with a ditch,
Forgetting wishes have a hitch.

Weeks, now, you’ve walked, recuperating;
Stuck in one gear, and always prating
Of micro-fibered frames and wheels,
Italian helmets, gel-pak meals;
Please, go - rejoin Hell’s pelleton;
You’re more absurd off-bike, than on.

May your tires grow soft, as your seat grows hard,
And your prostate large as your self-regard.
Your cycle’s fixed, go take a whirl,
Long may you sit on it—and twirl!

Frank

Janet Kenny · #9 10-30-2009, 11:41 PM

May your organic bread be stale
And may your hempen trousers split
And may the bike seat where you sit
Leave bruises on your traveller’s tail.
May snarling dogs attack your feet
And narrow squeaks inflict your route.
May lorries follow in pursuit,
May parking cars block every street.
May your way home be strewn with rice
And lentils, may your bike collapse,
May oil and water cause mishaps,
Because you are so bloody nice!
I curse you for your priggish stand,
Your implications that my car,
Is driven by a bad bourgeois.
May all you cycling saints be damned.

Martin Elster · #10 10-31-2009, 12:18 AM

Sidewalks

Pedestrians, I wouldn’t use the sidewalk
if I were you. It’s not a place where I’d walk.
The sidewalk’s where I ride my mountain bike.
So if you’re on the sidewalk, take a hike!
Roads are for cars and sidewalks are for me.
If you are on the sidewalk and you see
me speeding toward you, don’t just walk but run,
or I will knock you off the walk for fun.

This is a modern town. The walks are not
for stupid walkers, as a parking lot
is not for bikes. You fools! Don’t walk but ride—
not on the sidewalk, though. You’d better hide
when I roll down the walk. You all can go
jump in the lake. You walkers are so slow!