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Raise the Roof
Did you ever encounter one of those people . . . who think the rules do not apply to them?
Photo c2009 by Nickers and Ink
Tight Spot
The driver was proud of his place.
He put down his pager to race
Until a low ledge
Dismantled his edge –
Immediately he lost face.
Could be superstition at best;
Perhaps he just needed a rest.
Still, rules do not waive
For such a close shave,
So now he must retake his test.
c2009 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Easy Street Prompts (“close shave”)
Friday Flash-55 (55 words)
Friday Funnies (humor)
Meme Express (Friday Freedom – Friday the 13th)
Monday Poetry Train (poem/s)
Simply Snickers (“page,” “place” and “proud”)
Theme Thursday (“telephone”)
Photo prompts:
Odd Shots (photo/s – odd shots)
Scenic Sunday (photo/s)
Sunday Stills (photo/s)
Thursday Challenge (photo/s)
Wordless Wednesday (photo/s)
one of the reasons i cant stand running late. makes for a great 55 though! hope you have a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeletemine is up!
Ouch! That would be horrible!
ReplyDeleteHappy Friday!
Mary
Wow, that's not good. I would hate to be underneath that thing when he did that or behind him. Nice poem to go along with it though.
ReplyDeleteHugs.
Kim
not good at all! wht were they thinking?!
ReplyDeleteYikes! Nice 55 for the start of a calm and slow, we can only hope, weekend.
ReplyDeleteMine is up:
Friday Flash 55 ~ DELETE
Linda...This is why I Love your style!
ReplyDeleteYou are such a whimsically awesome writer!
Loved this 55...
Thanks for remembering without me badgering you...:P
Have a Wonderful Week-End....G
Oops. Immediate consequence. Nice 55.
ReplyDeleteLong Overdue
Dear Knickers and Kink (with silent Ks, of Kcourse)
ReplyDeleteIn an homage to 80's rock, similarly intransigent as that ledge, this could also have been titled "I can't drive...55".
What a delightful piece. It reminds me of some of Piet Heins' Grooks.
Thanks for sharing. I should have made it to the Monday Poetry train on time, last week. Better later than never, I suppose, unless you are the late...