[justjim]

Originally Posted by graciegirl

Problem drivers in The Villages.

You take your life into your hands when you drive around this town.
The roundabouts are full of nuts, the squares are full of clowns.
The golf cart drivers go too fast and swerve around the bikes.
Bikers waive and wobble and give car drivers all the frights.

Contractors don't give a care, don't even live right here.
Young vistors zoom around in carts sending olders the Bronx cheer.
Some people dodge and weave and race and zoom all down the roads.
While others just drone along likes snails and jump around like toads.

Car drivers blame the bikers, and the bikers won't take the blame.
Cart drivers blame them both and say "ain't it all a shame?"
That they don't know how to drive and I am so danged good.
I wish they had more who drove like me in my new neighborhood.

Boomers blame the older folks from the greatest generation.
And those sweet folks think the New Yorkers are the worst in the whole nation.
Ohio folks think drivers from both coasts could learn a lot from them.
And California newbies say it's Southern folks causing alll the mayhem.

Most came to find a perfect place and looked forward to a cart.
To whiz them here and take them there and to the grocery mart.
They arrive to see that there are thousands with the all the same fine plan.
And all surmise they are the best drivers, every girl and man.

They tell the others they are wrong, not our fault, the traffic jams
The accidents, the fender benders the awful screeching slams.
If you would change your ways, not mine than a fine place this would be.
I kinda think that each of us needs to look at our own selves carefully.

Very clever Gracie.