Our Highway TollBuy a car With the gew-gaws, all that are, Made for speed so you can pass Anybody burning gas! Maybe, going up a hill, Car ahead seems standing still Making fifty! why not pass? So you do it, but alas! Meet another, room for two Three cars piled because of you. And to even up the score Funerals, maybe three or four! Or a blowout, driving fast To some drivers is the last. Nations war with far less toll Than our highways as we roll Into ditches dodging brothers Or head-on while killing others. Wish to get killed as you plod? On the wrong side you should trod; Or, with buggy and no light On the right sidle, sure you're right. Till a flash from car ahead Blinds the rear car and you're dead! Are our minds just petrified? Eyes no good, though open wide? __Ed Blair |
Random Rhymes
Ed Blair
(Spring Hill, Kansas: New Era Publishing Co. 1939)
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