He complained, as he drove,
a car behind him too **** near;
he gazed at the speedometer,
the car was on his rear.
It passed us... doing sixty,
the speed limit, forty-five;
some drivers just like fast,
on speed, they seem to thrive.
He complained, as he drove,
other drivers were insane;
and the ones that tailgated,
they were his special bane.
No cops around when needed,
to catch that wily speeder;
to give to them, a ticket,
for riding on his keister.
He complained, as he drove,
and I heard the tires, sing;
then he got behind a car,
and did the same **** thing!
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
He complained, as he drove,
a car behind him too **** near;
he gazed at the speedometer,
the car was on his rear.
It passed us... doing sixty,
the speed limit, forty-five;
some drivers just like fast,
on speed, they seem to thrive.
He complained, as he drove,
other drivers were insane;
and the ones that tailgated,
they were his special bane.
No cops around when needed,
to catch that wily speeder;
to give to them, a ticket,
for riding on his keister.
He complained, as he drove,
and I heard the tires, sing;
then he got behind a car,
and did the same **** thing!
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