Assigning Blame Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

He'd made a huge mistake,
an error, so he knew, of thought.
The road looked fine, smooth bitumen
so he proceeded with due care
until he was upon it, quel malheur!
A boulder from the mountain top
had rolled onto the street, during the night.
it stood, in all its might and took
the force of shiny steel and neoprene
without a whimper of complaint.

The pages of the triplicate report
remarked that he had caused
the accident, through negligence,
contributory, someone asked?
Oh no, it is plain logic my young friend,
had he not turned into this street...
and the big rock, so out of place,
well never mind, here, use this sheet.