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Beep Beep

A teenaged tourist asked his dad Why all the cars were “beeping.” It happened right near Central Park, With traffic slowly creeping. His dad believed the honking was So cars ahead would go. The son replied that “beeping” Wouldn’t help or make it so. I wanted to explain to them What honking’s all about – Frustration builds inside and soon It needs an exit out. A city driver at a crawl Will often start to lose it; His horn is there for times like these And he’ll be glad to use it. So this “beeping,” as the tourists say, Helps keep the driver sane. I guess to out-of-towners, It’s a hard thing to explain. It seems most rural drivers Don’t have need to use their horn. Perhaps the way we drive reflects The place where we were born.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 12/28/2011 5:50:00 PM
When we come to New York I will take trains, ferries, cabs or walk rather than drive. But it is a very easy city to get around in if you don't drive.
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Date: 12/28/2011 4:34:00 PM
I couldn't agree more - I was born in the country where the only time I used my horn was when a cow was in the road, now living in the city I use it everytime I get in a car! Wonderful poem!~Tirzah~
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