I was toolin’ down the pike <br />...Just as nice as you please <br />Doin’ 90 miles per hour <br />...Just enjoyin’ the breeze. <br /> <br />When all at once <br />...I saw a red light flashin’ <br />They had their radars out <br />...Some speeders to be bashin’. <br /> <br />I should have pulled over <br />...But instead I gave more throttle <br />‘Cause all day long <br />...I’d been sippin’ on the bottle. <br /> <br />I was doin’ OK until <br />...I got low on gas <br />So I hid behind a tree <br />...Hoping they’d go past. <br /> <br />But they saw me there <br />...I had been found <br />Three of them grabbed me <br />...And threw me to the ground. <br /> <br />They cuffed me up and said, <br />...“You should know better, son <br />These souped-up black and whites <br />..Are hard to ever outrun.” <br /> <br />Put me in the squad car <br />...And took me to their jail <br />Gave me some tests <br />...Which I was bound to fail. <br /> <br />Went before the Justice <br />...He said, “Thirty days, ole son <br />We tried to play it fair <br />...But you had to try and run.” <br /> <br />Now I understand <br />...What put me in this pickle <br />Just as soon as I get out <br />...I’m gonna buy a faster motor-sickle!<br /><br />George Hunter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-motorcycle-was-too-slow/
