This Saturday moves slowly by,
A wriggling fly
Entrapped within a spider’s web.
A girl, just wed
Last month, got caught while going past
A cop too fast,
Her husband hanging off the hood.
It’s understood
We can’t enjoy the full details,
Because we’ll fail
The test if our instructor can’t
Exploit his chance
To bore us with recondite stats.
I’d love to chat
A while with that healthy blonde
Who’s out on bond
And lost her car in Hyannis Port.
She said she’d poured
Hot coffee down the trooper’s pants.
I understand
Her license was suspended too?
My crimes are moot
Compared to all of these. My speed
Was just a weak
Ten miles above the legal mark,
So now I’m parked
In this detention for adults.
Annoying. Dull.