Dover town's a dangerous place where mobility scooters abound,
Driven by many poor souls some with legs that don't reach the ground,
They never asked to lose limbs or have problems uphill with breathing,
But to some their plight is not seen and leaves selfish one's seething.
'Some walk around inside pubs alright but need to ride when they leave,'
Perhaps they are mobile taking short steps and use an inhaler to breathe,
Maybe they should stagger out drunk with those that claim to be normal?
This gross violation, with shortage of police, could need vigilantes informal!
Imagine the world where all our opinions are based on our first sight,
Because many times we could dig deeper and then discover their plight,
Perhaps some people with problems, striving to live as best they can,
Not wishing to be housebound or try the patience of their fellow man.
Granted some riders may appear more mobile, the world has it's scams,
But sometimes, just sometimes, there are those that need helping hands.