Well, I Declare
He’s turning right without a signal to say so
She’s pulling out into my lane – oh no
They’re driving slow so they must be old
But what if that’s my Mama I’m told
He’s in my lane and seems oblivious
I think he expects me to clean out the ditches
She’s passing me even though I’m speeding
Is that a blue light and siren I hear blaring
Serves them right to get that ticket
Oh, I know I shouldn’t be so wicked.
For the Well, I Declare Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Judy Konos
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2014
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