Monday, August 3, 2009

A Poem for Fun

A roaring rumble
I dare not even mumble
The landscape blurring by
Holding my breath
For fear of death
While crusing at one twenty

The miles pass
Faster than fast
And in a moment I'm gone.
The whoosh of the air
and without a care
I pass a cop going one twenty

The red and blue
"Oh no, I'm doomed!"
The siren growing louder
And in a flash
I bang my dash
"I should have gone one forty!"

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