In Honor Of My Daughter "The Felon"
You will have to wait to read Random_Speak (see list of favorite links below)when she does a post about her experiences this week with being pulled over for not having her auto registration up to date. She is quite perturbed about the whole thing. But in the meantime, I want to share some simple poetry with you that I have written as her sympathetic mother.
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There was a young lady named "L"
Who was very smart, you could tell
But alas she could not
And oh she forgot
To remember those things she knew well
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Driving her car home one day
Little "L" could be heard just to say
My head's in a fog
My brain's in a bog
But I think nothing's due until May!
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There once was a girl who forgot
Her auto she registered NOT
The police said she failed
And ought to be jailed
And arrested her right on the spot!
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Registration
Hesitation
Procrastination
Procrastination
Consternation
No adjudication
Incarceration!
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Well that should keep her spirits up, don't you think? ;o)
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Earlier tonight I had no idea what I was going to write about tonight. I had some drafts and some other ideas, but nothing was really inspiring me. Then I called "L" on the phone and caught her just on her way out of work. I was so sorry to hear her sad story. I reasured her that if the time came I would bail her out of jail. I had tears in my eyes all the way to the computer to take the opportunity to share with you her sad predicament.
THANK YOU "L" FOR BEING MY INSPIRATION TONIGHT!
YOU ARE SUCH A DEAR!
5 comments:
Tee hee. I forgot to pay my vehicle insurance but I did not get in trouble with the law.
Like the poem. I am waiting for the story to be turned into a movie now.
har har har :P
I will post after I am done eating cookies and drinking milk
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Funny!!!
To Rhodent: ROFL & you brought back memories of my mother experimenting w/ me as a subject for her fascination w/ limericks (and I wasn't a felon *yet* ;), when she wrote 'em).
To L: sympathies and LOL about cookies and milk
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