Siliconchef by Brian Richardson
And now, some free verse …
Oh rear bumper of my PT Cruiser
How I wish thee were currently intact
Rather than bent and dented
From a low-speed impact
Oh great force, discussed by Newton
With your mass times acceleration
You did not hurt my body
But you forced profanity past my lips
Oh mysterious man in the dark sedan
Who did not stay for the police report
I hope they call you soon
For I gave them your license plate number
Oh HERO unit, which helps motorists
When they are in need
I am glad I did not need major assistance
And I hope not to need your help again
Oh digital camera, residing in my cupholder
So I can take random pictures of life
I must now print your pictures
Of my dented rear bumper
Goodness. Poetry?
rattle his brain a bit more and he would be writing a novel…
alright, perhaps that was inappropriate of me…
Blah, that sucks. On the other hand, at least the bumper did its job. Right? Right???
Sigh, stupid look-on-the-bright-side outlook.
Asai: yeah, I guess it does take some sort of traumatic impact to make me write more.
That does not give my friends permission to hit me in an attempt to generate literature.
Stephen: The bumper performed as designed. It is a credit to its manufacturer’s model number.
Fender bender’s suck! (But, I liked the poetry.)