Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Ode to Jill

I have a good friend, her name is Jill
And I'll tell you right now, this girl is a pill
Where ever she goes, there's always a good time
But this isn't why I'm writing this rhyme
No, this little poem is meant to make fun
Of a time when Jill used her car to overrun
My poor, defenseless mailbox, whose life was cut short
By Jill, her car, and a bumper that's now warped
What's truly hilarious about this incident
Is that we live in the country where's there's nothing to hit!
Except for a mailbox, standing out in a field
It didn't stand a chance - Jill didn't even yield
Now, in her defense, she was backing up
And she called admitting guilt and offered to make up
But I'm starting to think she needs driving assistance
And though my idea might meet some resistance
I think a beeper when her car's in reverse
Could be the solution (though it may feel like a curse)
But I believe it would benefit precious Jill when she drives
And possibly the fate of other mailbox lives!

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