Dickless Tracy
I would not stop for the stop sign -
Tho it kindly stopped for me -
The motorcycle cop gave -
Some advice to me for free -
Do not do that again she said -
In a stern and serious voice -
Because it is a law young man -
It is not a choice -
So I saluted and capitulated -
And promised never again -
While, in my head, the words ran free -
Fat chance, cutie pie -
Fat chance.
Actually, what she said was
"try stopping next time"
and I waved and said "OK, I will.
You never know, there might even be
some traffic there next time.
Doug Palmer
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Hey, that last stanza is not part of the Emily Dickinson satire. The thing ends with "Fat chance".
ReplyDeleteJust thought you'd like to know.
...Emily Dicktracy