Margaret Foster Poet Rhyme

From a B M W

From a BMW

Slower than snails, slower than slugs,
Holdens, Hondas, and Volkswagen bugs;
All crawling along in slow moving lanes
On the fast freeway, bypassed by the trains.

All of the views from the passenger seat
Flow as thick as treacle sweet;
And once in a while, when you nod off to sleep,
The guy behind you, his horn will beep.

There is a boy who’s desperate to pee
And he’s not by himself, there’s also me.
Here is a cafe; the sky’s getting dark,
There’s no way to stop, there’s nowhere to park.

Here is a cyclist, his bike flying past
Whizzing along, going so fast.
Here is another, and there’s one more,
I close my eyes, we’re stuck for sure.

apologies  to R L Stevenson. (from a railway carriage)

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Jslambert Mister Roboto November 6, 2011 at 4:14 PM I love your style! Please read a poem I wrote for you! If you get the chance. PS...I live a mile away from the U.S. BMW Plant!

Andrea Dietrich August 23, 2011 at 12:56 AM oh,my gosh, I just realized who wrote this. it's YOU. Where the heck have you been , Margaret? and are you going to post more poems?? Please try some of the contests!!

Andrea Dietrich August 23, 2011 at 12:55 AM I really like this. DId you post it before. it looks so familar. Anyway, it's very clever!

Steven Cooke August 22, 2011 at 9:10 AM been there, lovely descriptions, another excellent write

Jancarl Campi August 22, 2011 at 6:05 AM A very interesting write. Perhaps I should read Stevenson's work. I like your 3rd stanza best. For I have been there and done that. Take care and keep writing, JancarlC.