Copping an Excuse?

Go, speed racer, go! Then again, maybe not. Responsible driving is a great idea, particularly with teenagers in the house (and in the car).

Of course, sometimes we all need a little reminder.

Copping an Excuse? (A Rhymed Recitation on Traffic Citation)

One Friday evening, while driving out West,
Putting her new four-wheel-drive to the test,
She spotted the lights, which curtailed her fun-fest
And veered for the shoulder then, under arrest.

She glanced in the mirror, perfecting her smile,
Touched up her lipstick and smoothed her hairstyle.
She'd talked her way out of this, once in a while.
But c'mon, did she think she was still juvenile?

"Hey, Ma'am, I clocked you at sixty or more,"
He said, as he leaned on the side of her door.
She glanced up and felt like a tyrannosaur;
This kid couldn't have been more than age twenty-four.

The wee whippersnapper was simply polite;
He said not to drive like a meteorite.
He wrote a citation and bade her goodnight,
Then he hopped in his squad car and sped out of sight.

She learned a most difficult lesson right there,
For when she was twenty, the cops didn't care.
They'd give her a warning and say it with flair,
But now she had better slow down and beware!

c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson