Not Quite Safe

It’s not quite rain,
It’s not quite snow,
But if I want to stop
I better brake now
For that stop sign
Five blocks ahead,
But that semi’s right behind me—
Oh, I don’t wanna be dead!
Driving into work,
A different kind of lottery.
Can’t tell if it’s ice or wet
Stretching out ahead of me.
Yeah, made it into work
But I shouldn’t strut
I just slipped on the sidewalk ice
And landed on my you-know-whut!

Be careful out there!

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on January 28, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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