Speedie Poem by Paul Warren

Sitting behind the sign on highway one
Waiting for hoons the whole day long
The cruiser was primed and ready to go
To catch the malefactors in their tale of woo

In those days you had to hunt them down
No radar or laser to record speeding around
A follow and time the only way
Get up behind them and let your speedo say.

That was the old Speedie method
To make the road safe in all speeds measured
Now there is no use for for billboards hiding much
Scientific instruments measuring speed and such.

© Paul Warren Poetry