C. Douglas Caffey
Speeding down I-10
Doing eighty miles or more,
When a Trooper pulled me over.
Now he’s at my door.
He sees an old veteran grey,
Definitely over the hill;
“What’s your hurry”, says he?
My answer is, “I’m on the lasix pill.”
“Gotta’ find a rest area fast,
Or I shall surely explode.”
Says he, “Just follow me,
For there’s a rest stop down the road.”
With siren on and flashing light
The patrol car is speeding out of sight;
Step on the gas almost to the floor and
At the rest stop, the Trooper opens my door.
He clears the way before me
To that door which says “men”,
And the pause that refreshes begins.
I wish I never had to take that lasix pill again.
No ticket for speeding!
I give thanks to the Trooper;
Write him a commendation,
For that Trooper is super!
Now, to you old men,
If you can, hold it in;
For you may not meet a law man,
Who really does understand.
©Copyright October 4, 2002 by C. Douglas Caffey