David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Car Sun Visors (Fun Poem 65)


Every morning I have to drive towards the sun
just as the sun is about to rise.
You pull down the car sun visor,
but it is always too short
and the sun gets in your eyes.
You cannot see the road ahead,
just yellow blobs before your eyes.
You keep blinking until they fade away.
One day I wish car manufactures
would road test their cars in the morning sun.
They then might make
the car sun visors a little larger
to stop the sun getting in your eyes.

11 February 2008

Submitted: Wednesday, February 27, 2008

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  • JoAnn McGrath (2/27/2008 5:47:00 PM)

    you shouldn't have that much trouble with as tall as your are...your head must be touching the ceiling when you drive...lol.... just kidding....it is an annoying thing...but the shorter you are the more annoying it becomes (Report) Reply

  • C.R. Clark (2/27/2008 11:03:00 AM)

    Ah yes, David, it is a pain. I've been there many times. A fun read. Thanks
    Richard (Report) Reply

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