To the man who splashed me with a puddle this morning

What would just be really splendid

Is if you’d listen and then give me right of way

As I’m travelling as nature intended

 

Can’t you see I’m trying to cross?!

Is there something wrong with your vision?!

You know you get points if you actually hit me

And what do points mean?! Prison

 

And before you start getting all aggressive

I think I should probably mention

I’m 18 and thinking about boys and shoes

So I’m obviously not paying attention

 

So there is little point in beeping your horn

Trying to attract my interest with the din

Don’t be stupid, of course I can’t hear you

“Duh! Headphones in!”

 

I’m probably not going to look both ways

Before I start making my way across the street

Walking half way and then assessing the traffic

Is a legitimate crossing technique!

 

So next time you see me sauntering by

It’d really be wise to just say

"I’ll stop and let you walk right past"

It’s probably easier that way.

 

I discovered yesterday that all my poems sound exactly the same and sort of fit to the tune of Jacob and sons from Joseph and the amazing technicoloured dream coat (which probably isn't a good thing!) so I've decided that when I go to uni (so after Saturday) I'm going to branch out a bit rhythm-wise! (I thought if I write down my plan then I'm compelled to actually do it, thats the only reason for this fairly useless paragraph :) )