Print the book---I'll send the money.
Hugh, your poetry is funny!
The Difficult Art
There is a hobby I have found
to be difficult surviving,
called: taking my eyes off the road
to read a book while driving.
This evil game, (and so it is)
is quite a sport to master,
for when the story's tension builds
I can't help driving faster
And when the author traffics in
collisions of description,
line by line safe braking distance
quickly turns to fiction.
My car becomes a reading chair
on roads as tales unfold,
"Of mice and men" is layman's fare,
"Ulysses" for the bold.
Cervantes is a laughing gas:
such mirth and charm and wit;
I'm unaware of streets I pass
or who I might have hit.
And when I'm lost amid the Psalms
and David's godly fervor
I pray you never cross the streets
that my car runneth over.
I confess it's bad behavior
and bordering on crime,
but often it is time well-spent
instead of wasting time.
Greg
[This message has been edited by diprinzio (edited May 11, 2002).]
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