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Speeding Ticket Lament

"Pity me" is the poor country fellow’s whine I cannot afford this speeding ticket fine My car goes quite fast, Lest I come in last And discover I am scratching my behind. written June 25, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/26/2021 9:30:00 PM

Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Ha!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/26/2021 10:13:00 PM

LOL. I can almost picture you talking to the cop. Deb always, I mean always, talked herself out of tickets. I have been fairly lucky, but I get lots of them, too.

Alkas Poetry

Date: 6/26/2021 5:33:00 AM

A pleasant writing for the laugh in the middle and the ending, always surprising... so it looks like a short humor tale, i like, and I liked this... salute, alkas

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/26/2021 8:45:00 AM

Thanks so much, Alkas. I really appreciated your read and your kind comment.

Sally Eslinger

Date: 6/25/2021 2:55:00 PM

This caught up on my unexpecting funny bone!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/25/2021 5:48:00 PM

Glad you enjoyed it, Sally. I like to write limericks when I am searching about through other formats. They are fun!