Wednesday, October 26, 2005

An Ode to Tailgaters

An Ode to Tailgaters
by: an irritated Bibbidyboop

To those who ride my ass
I think you're very crass
I won't let up on the gas
to merrily let you pass.

Instead I will use my brakes
to get you so close we almost scrape
perhaps my action will make
you realize your piss poor mistake.

Into my rearview mirror I stare
to watch you fume and glare
then you will start to swear
and frankly I really don't care.

If you are running so damn late
that you feel you need to tailgate
it will become your fate
to eat someone's license plate.

Next time you drive like a tool
I'll play you like a fool
better go back to driving school
before you end up a paralyzed noodle.

COMMENTS

Anonymous Anonymous said...

haha...that's great. Very clever!
kayla

7:27 PM
  Blogger Jules said...

I wrote it in the car before work this morning. The drive is AWFUL from GB to Appleton.

8:15 PM
  Blogger Zombie_Flyboy said...

Nice work.

I hate it when people tailgate, especially at night with their damn high-beams on.

People are such shits.

Later.

7:30 PM
  Anonymous Anonymous said...

tailgating is not cool. they need to take driving lessons from a sausage link to recall the appropriate number of seconds allowed between cars. fools. :)

melissa

8:24 PM
  Blogger Jules said...

I'm glad you enjoyed my poem, Zombie. When people tailgate with their high beams on, I go EXTRA slow just for them.
Melissa, I do believe that tailgaters should be forced to take driving lessons with sausage links for a whole YEAR! Muhahaha...

11:13 AM
  Blogger Jaime said...

I'm so a tailgater. I'm also a fumer, swearer and gesturer. I should perhaps not be allowed to drive.

1:56 PM
  Blogger Jules said...

Get off the road!

6:38 PM