Tis the season for motorcycles, so I composed the following poem as a reminder to local motorists that cars are lethal weapons when drivers are not alert.
As I’m riding ever wary,
See the cell phones, always scary,
At the ears of drivers chatty,
Their minds and hands are on the phone,
As if the road was theirs alone,
No thought to speed or signal blinking,
Whatever is it that they’re thinking?
“Feed the dog and walk him, Hon,
Don’t fail to get your homework done.
I’d best slow down for red light next,
So that my friends I can text.”
“Oops, didn’t see that biker there.
Hee-hee, I hope he doesn’t care,
I forced him into yonder thicket,
I really can’t afford a ticket.”
There is a better way, forsooth,
By simply using a BlueTooth.
The modern ones are small and light,
That hair will often keep from sight,
Also some sit on the dash,
That you will never have to stash.
Touch a button to send your voice,
Leaves you hands for another choice,
To turn the wheel or flick the lever,
Turn your head and see whatever.
May be there where you are bound,
When you’re able to look around,
For twenty dollars the world is safer,
That ne’er you nor I headline the paper.
Better yet my conscience jibes,
Turn off the phone, hang up and drive!