Short Seatbelts Poems
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Joy and Ride went for a spin
Round each bend, a wicked grin
Those seatbelts they weren't fastened in
The ones that stank of rum and gind
The doubters were stifled as doubters will
When a plane took off on Kill Devil Hill,
Just after Wilbur said to Orville Wright,
“Fasten your seatbelts and enjoy your flight”.
Once we were very young,
Our journey had begun,
We bounced around in the back,
No seatbelts, alas, alack,
I was rubbing the hair of Grandpa Jack,
Trying to drive, with me on his back,
That was 'the good old days',
Vanished in nostalgic haze!
Once we were very young,
Our journey had begun,
We bounced around in the back,
No seatbelts, alas, alack,
I was rubbing the hair of Grandpa Jack,
Trying to drive, with me on his back,
That was 'the good old days',
Vanished in nostalgic haze!
Driving is not a sport for the unrehearsed,
practice makes perfect on a speeding track.
The steering wheel is a discus, blunt and capable of slicing/dicing.
A handbrake? A pull-snap-stop bone break.
Electric windows are guillotines; seatbelts are nooses in softer attire.
An Olympian goes for gold; drivers should settle for bronze on a road.
Long, winding gravel driveway
decrepit old Mercury station wagon
parked there
doors unlocked
those big red buttons
sticking up
no seatbelts either
Tiger lilies blooming
all-at-once, on
either side
of the gravel
A few years later
a cockeyed backboard
appeared on a tree
supporting an
uneven, rickety
basketball rim
Winters we spent shoveling snow
Public annoucement number two
Cruising through Georgia don't drink and drive
July first those good old boys better buckle their seat belts
In the pick-up trucks and stop the texting it kills
TEENS no cell phones used while driving, EVER!
New laws in Georgia, yall!!
Lawmakers finally care if the rednecks get killed, who would have thought anybody
would care about those guys?!
They are just comic relief!
Sitting in the backseat ~ yackety
she drives like
crackers ~ wackedy
speeding to the movies?
we can’t be late?
Driver ahead asleep at the
light
panic stop she makes ~ 5 seatbelts lock
But the
backlash! ........... flying wig
plops smack in my lap . . . .
Screaming fits of laughter all around.
Late to the movies after all,
not nearly as good.
Dedicated to my friend, Kate.
Breast cancer survivor.
To be healthy I'm told I must exercise a lot
Eat no junk food or your going to go to pot
Wear a helmet when your bike you ride
And latch seatbelts in case you should collide
Be sure to get an adequate amount of sleep
And always be sure to look before you leap
I'm told beware of ingesting to much table salt
If you get hypertension it will be your own fault
Its hard to remember all the things that one should do
Oh, oh, now I'm reminded my insurance I must renew