Introduction

Poem of an old classic joke.

The Cop And The Sunday Driver

A cop stopped a bunch of gals one day
for going much too slow
And when he went to ticket them,
he saw them white as snow.

He stuck his beefy face right in,
(too close for driver Sue)
and asked her "why she drove so slow."
She said "route twenty-two."

"The signs along the route,
give the speed that you must keep,
"And not one of my old passengers
let out a single peep."

The cop could hardly stop a laugh,
for the answer -- oh so dumb,
But a glance at the others in the car
showed they looked all pale and numb.

Sue said with bright and cheery smile,
"they'll soon come right alive!"
You see, "I thought those numbered signs
gave the speed that you must drive."

And, silly me for thinking that,
I must obey the law.
You see, dear officer, we just came off
the highway one-oh-four!"

Copyright; Lee Daniel Quinn