True Story
While waiting for my ride beside the road
My driver arrived in time to behold
A car hit slush to soak me
Eyes to feet, wet as could be.
Tears ran from his eyes when this tale he told.
My co-workers heard this humorous tale
As with such mirth this story he'd regale.
I received no sympathy
For events that befell me.
The driver that soaked me should be in jail.
The melting snow is a thing to be feared.
Witnesses say that the evil car veered
On purpose, hitting the slush
Just to watch my cold face flush.
I can't wait until this weather has cleared.
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