Trucks

If you don't like to drive
On the road with a truck,
Then on certain roads,
You'll be out of luck.

If the road is the plate
And the trucks are the bread,
You may start to feel
Like the sandwich spread.

But no matter the speed
That you like to go,
When you're stuck with a truck
You will both go slow.

Still the rules of the road
Mean that while you drive,
You defer to the trucks
So you'll stay alive!

carrhyme

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Robert Johnson

June 10, 2015 at 8:32 PM

Truckers rule, no time for school. Before you go, you'd better know. Plenty of space will win that race. Slow down, speed up, keep your own pace. Don't lolly gag around that rig. Or you'll find out, they're VERY BIG.

Lindsay Laurie

June 4, 2015 at 2:34 AM

G'day Ilene... enjoyed your wise lines again Ilene. Came across a road train in the middle of nowhere once carrying wool bales. Parked twenty yards off the road to let it pass, as it appeared to sway right across the road - Ta Ilene - Lindsay