Yacht

Did I ever tell you the fright that I got
When we ended up being chased by a yacht?
Another true story; things happen to me
That you wouldn't believe if they were on T.V.
But to get back to where I had started before
We were travelling along on the quiet A4
On a Sunday at 7, with hardly a car,
In our mini, quite slowly - we hadn't gone far
When behind came a sight that was truly amazing
A convoy approaching with all sirens blazing
Three policemen on motorbikes, speeding a lot
And behind them a hundred foot, shiny new yacht
It was travelling along at a rocketing speed
But ahead we could not see the turn-off we'd need
And the mini for driving in town was quite nifty
But would struggle to go at a speed over 50
Still the policemen were waving us on to our fastest
There wasn't the width on thee road to go past us
As our car forged ahead creaking at every seam
I gripped on my seat, just suppressing a scream
Quite convinced that the yacht, which was huge, as it rushed
Would soon just overtake us and we would be crushed
For two miles in this nightmare we drove up ahead
While behind us the massive boat scarily sped
Getting closer and closer, increasing my fright
Til a side road at last on the left came in sight
And we cornered at 90 and sat in a sweat
That's as close to a yacht as I've ever got yet