He lives with dive bomb dog they warned me
I had no idea what that meant
They shove him off rooftops
Hoping he can get his paws to the gear lever in time
I soon learned what it meant
Are you okay with this? I asked dive bomb dog
I was adjusting his goggles at the time
He licked me in the face, so I guess we are good
Categories:
gear lever, dog,
Form: Free verse
Fingers tapping show impatience
Urge the red to turn to green
Precious seconds go by slowly
Till the amber glow is seen.
This is it … the feet are itching
The gear lever is clutched tight
It’s the calm before the tempest
Then it’s there – a change of light!
But what’s wrong? There is no movement
Horns are blaring. It’s too much!
Right up front she holds the lipstick
And applies the final touch.
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Contest: Any poem that makes you smile.
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placed 6th
Categories:
gear lever, funny, vanity,
Form: Rhyme