As I drive one of those, I resonate with this poem. Unfortunately I'm not cute enough to get away with flirting with the police, hee hee. Your poem made me smile.
Ha ha...saw a couple in a car just like this yesterday...wondered how can that car work but obviously it did, it got them to subway...I noticed it because it's very rare to see cars like that anymore on the road. I just hope they got home without having to pout at a copper!! :)
So vivid!
ReplyDeleterust bucket LOL great poem.
ReplyDeletenice place to hide!
ReplyDeleteha. how come it never works when i pout at the coppers?
ReplyDeleteErm.. maybe not such a good idea Brian:)
DeleteAs I drive one of those, I resonate with this poem. Unfortunately I'm not cute enough to get away with flirting with the police, hee hee. Your poem made me smile.
ReplyDeleteDon't underestimate yourself Sherry!
DeleteYes, it might just! Cool strategy! Nicely Rallentanda!
ReplyDeleteHank
With a look like that he will be sure to fix you up.
ReplyDeleteI think I tried this one, smiles ~
ReplyDeleteNice...and I love the picture.
ReplyDeleteA bit of a Bonnie and Clyde feel
ReplyDeletetoo bad the rust bucket can't peel out
fun
Nice, that feeling of freedom and running, like an silent movie. Very interesting.
ReplyDeleteI doubt the rust bucket has worked in quite a while. LOL.
ReplyDeleteHad to chuckle out loud at this one .. love the way you call police folks 'coppers.'
ReplyDeleteThe wad word has given me grief with this week's 3WW.
ReplyDeleteInteresting timing though - have been walking around a picture of a rusty old FJ recently, wondering about a poetic angle.
A wad of cash perhaps?
DeleteHa ha...saw a couple in a car just like this yesterday...wondered how can that car work but obviously it did, it got them to subway...I noticed it because it's very rare to see cars like that anymore on the road. I just hope they got home without having to pout at a copper!! :)
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Pouting at the coppers from that rust bucket wouldn't work!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun write!