For me it's Sir John Betjeman. Very English of course. But...

    A man on his own in a car
    Is revenging himself on his wife;
    He open the throttle and bubbles with dottle
    and puffs at his pitiful life

    She's losing her looks very fast,
    she loses her temper all day;
    that lorry won't let me get past,
    this Mini is blocking my way.

    "Why can't you step on it and shift her!
    I can't go on crawling like this!
    At breakfast she said that she wished I was dead-
    Thank heavens we don't have to kiss.

    "I'd like a nice blonde on my knee
    And one who won't argue or nag.
    Who dares to come hooting at me?
    I only give way to a Jag.

    "You're barmy or plastered, I'll pass you, you bastard-
    I will overtake you. I will!"
    As he clenches his pipe, his moment is ripe
    And the corner's accepting its kill.