The sun is out, black birds sing,
All seems calm, happy, and gay,
As I walk through the door, over the porch,
To my car parked in the drive way.
Her motor purrs, groans and growls,
And “Peace” is changed to “Drive”,
Where “Road rules” mean “Road suggestions”,
Where the plan is to simply survive.
And it begins, the tailgater, the horn blower,
The cut across lanes when you can,
Ignore the cyclist, pedestrian, stop sign, red light,
And swerve past the ice cream van.
Finally, after scratching the car next door ,
I leave it parked in the centre of town,
And, peacefully, calmly, I proudly walk upright,
Into the court, with my white wig and my gown.
Categories:
tailgater, conflict, courage, culture,
Form: Quatrain
Ahhhhhh.... they make me so mad!
A fool, a buffoon, an unruly lad,
A prankster, a trickster, a tattler,
A gigolo, a lounger and an idler;
An imposter, a pretender and a loafer,
A party crasher, a tailgater and a golfer,
A boondoggle or a task of a tall order,
And the deals done under-the-counter!
I often tear my hair out at a silly pun
or at a smart aleck who can out-run,
A hoax or a scam drives me crazy
which is absurd, witless or sleazy.
But look into my eyes lovingly
and whisper sweet nothing softly,
Hold my hands and be pretty sexy
And oh ... Man, I’ll just go crazy!
~"What Annoys You?" contest by Frank Herrera.
Categories:
tailgater, vanity,
Form: Rhyme
Will the person driving behind me kindly back off please?
You are driving way too close, and it’s not putting me at ease.
For every ten miles per hour of traveling speed,
there is one car length of distance that you need.
That is a fundamental rule when you are on the go.
The state’s division of motor vehicles wants everyone to know.
What will happen if I suddenly have to put on my brakes?
You could find yourself in my back seat, for goodness sakes!
Besides, I pay enough in premiums to my insurance company.
Involvement in an accident is not a good way to meet me.
Categories:
tailgater, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Ahhhh...they make me so mad:
A fool, a buffoon, an unruly lad,
A prankster, a trickster, a tattler,
A gigolo, a lounger and an idler;
An impostor, a pretender and a loafer,
A party crasher, a tailgater and a golfer,
A boondoggle or a task of a tall order,
And the deals done under-the-counter.
I often tear my hair out at a silly pun
Or at a smart aleck who can outrun,
A hoax or a scam drives me crazy
that is absurd, witless or sleazy.
But look into my eyes lovingly
And whisper sweet nothing softly,
Hold my hands and be pretty sexy,
And oh...Man, I'll just go crazy!
I'm so annoyed contest by Mary Oliver Rotman
Categories:
tailgater, crazy,
Form: Rhyme