Teaching a class, of top brass at a military base
Officers were crass, wouldn't take no sass to be late was a disgrace
Behind, in the grind of another day
It had slipped my mind, I had to find a way to catch up some way
Forty minutes to go, couldn't be slow, forty miles of road ahead
Put down the pedal to the metal, didn't care if I ended up dead
Ahead a two lane road, traffic was slowed, had to pass all the cars
Speed limit fifty five, had to drive under danger of being put behind bars
The car in front, I had to shunt although doing seventy five
To accomplish the deed, dropped back picked up speed one hundred and thirty did drive
As oncomming cars past, a police car was last now too late to stop
Saw him spin around, kicking up ground red and blue lights on his top
I grew pale, knew I'd go to jail for going way too fast
By grace divine, car color and model same as mine was the one I passed
The cop you see, thought it was me, pulled him over instead
A sigh of relief, avoiding grief saved by luck's thin thread
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Comments5
A fine write SB.
Thanks Orchi
A lucky result. Great story and well constructed. I like the rhyme. Well done
Thanks David appreciate the kind words of support
Hey, I think I was the guy in that other car. Nice work.
Thanks Dan for the read and yea I thought that looked like you.
Good words and so lucky to get away.
Andy
Thanks Andy for the read it is appreciated
😆 Haaahahahaaa!
A lucky day for you indeed! 😊
A real hoot, thanks for the read!!! 🤣
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thanks Thad I appreciate the read and kind words
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