- Non-Erotic Poetry
- My Day In Quart
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My Day in Quart
I was stopped
along my way
By a policeman
who did say
He was behind me
all the way
From the bar
past the hay;
(He’d watched my car
Do swerve and sway.)
It has been a length of while
Since my case has come to trial
But I’m not rid of them; or their guile.
I sat in court, all accused
Judge did listen, unamused,
His look was but a little grim
As I squirmed there, in front of him.
Son, just what did you mean by this
The officer says you almost kissed
The side of each road’s growing grass
I take you’re drinking’s done, my lass?
Could it be my mind still fuzz’
Had me said, “Well, listen Cuz’
I have no problems with my drinking,
but I think my driver does!”
by Opi
1/16/03
