The boyz pulled us over | 1 |
for a rolling stop, | 2 |
only, the boyz was a lady | 3 |
and the barbed wire around the | 4 |
license plate obstructed her view. | 5 |
Perhaps it was an omen, | 6 |
“stop before proceeding ”, | 7 |
“look both ways before crossing ” | 8 |
“think before you speak ”, | 9 |
but my name is not Prudence. | 10 |
Only little Amish girls seem | 11 |
to have that name. I like their | 12 |
furniture, especially the bed frames | 13 |
fashioned from cedar posts, | 14 |
but I can ’t handle their hair. | 15 |
Once I thought our waiter was | 16 |
an Amish man. He had the beard, | 17 |
but his hair wasn ’t bowl-cut enough, | 18 |
and he certainly wasn ’t polite. | 19 |
I bet he didn ’t even make furniture. | 20 |
We left a small tip, just to piss him off. | 21 |
I wonder if he hissed like monkeys do | 22 |
when they get mad. Maybe he raised | 23 |
one leg and folded his arms over his head, | 24 |
making a face to scare his enemy. | 25 |
I tried that when the lady cop wrote | 26 |
out our ticket, but she only cited us | 27 |
for the rolling stop, didn ’t say | 28 |
a thing about the Monkey yoga. | 29 |