the moral maze

Cars often

pull over

& ask me

for directions

for example

'Where's Gibblet's Lane?'




& if I know

I'll answer

their question,

to aid them 

on their procession

out of the kindness

of my heart

-It's no strain 

or pain.




However,

if I haven't got

a clue

e.g

'Where's Garroter's Avenue?'

I'll just make

something up

all the same.




On the off-chance

that I'm 

right,

as you clever

ever know

it might,

& either way

I'll probably

never see them

again

...