Thursday, July 15, 2010

Ode to Bad Drivers...

I had way too much fun with this! I'm not much of a poet, but I couldn't resist choosing this from this week's writing assignments - write a poem about the last thing that made you angry…

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Ode to Bad Drivers
I was driving calmly down the street,
The music playing as I relaxed to the beat.

My peace was interrupted when I carefully pulled out
And the blare your car's horn almost made me shout.

You blew past me and others too,
In your little car, painted bright blue.

You acted like everyone knew you were coming through,
But how can see when you're driving 102?

You sped down the street, driving so fast
I fear this trip may be your last.

You glare like it's my fault, that my brain is full of rocks,
While I wonder if your license came from a cereal box?

I watch you weave into every tiny space you can take,
Secretly hoping someone will slam on their brake.

At least I hope a cop comes your way,
And that you'll learn a lesson from the ticket you pay.


Sandra said...

I am in awe because honestly, of all the prompts to chose from at Mama Kat's, the poem is the one I duck my head and scurry away from. This was terrific! And it rhymed!

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