LURKING BRAKE
TAPPERS
How do we ever
get through
A busy
intersection at night?
With all the
driver's feet
Pressing their
own redlight!
Then comes the
next day and
Drivers take
to the roads,
Up the hills,
down the valleys
Precision;
like hopping toads.
In front you
see the flasher
The red does
hit your eyes,
You honk your
horn to warn:
"You're in for
a big surprise!"
God have Mercy
on those
Who ride their
brakes so long,
The smell of
metal grinding
Because the
linings are gone!
So while
you listen to music
And think you
all are rappers,
Take heed in
front for the -
+ + + + By:
Johanna
©
7-30-2006
