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I can imagine the night before, when he rehearsed it in his head, that the court was awed and he got off scot free.
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Heh heh... it isn't a very good poem although there are worse.
I can see though that the guy had perfectly good reasons for exceeding the posted limit on a fast bit of road and was unlucky enough to be clocked doing it.
I can certainly believe that he probably wasn't doing anything dangerous or more extreme than things most of us have done quite often. But it isn't safety that's being enforced, it's a civil regulation, confused by rabbits with 'the law', that can be enforced while generating public revenue at the same time. Two birds with one stone.
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A better poem perhaps:
He was right, dead right as he drove along
Now he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong
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or Ogden Nash's take on roadside advertising
Beneath this slab,
John Brown is stowed,
He watched the ads,
And not the road.
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or another favourite from "Verse and Worse"
He passed the bobby without any fuss,
And he passed the cart of hay,
He tried to pass a swerving bus,
And then he passed away.
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Young Jack the Lad, who thought himself
The ultimate late braker,
Tried it, once, when the road was wet;
And (not much later) briefly met
His disapproving maker.
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Speeding poem - Armel Coussine
