Here is a poem I hope you find handy
for halting habits that aren’t so dandy
like eating burritos behind the wheel
(a messy and very distracting meal),
or taking a call while driving your car
(a practice that leads straight to the E.R.),
or changing your shirt while steering by knee
(because you forgot to vamoose by three),
or twisting around to scold the backseat
(and punish that License Plate Bingo cheat),
or raiding your purse for lipstick and stuff
(as if using blush weren’t risky enough),
or flexing your muscles to woo a girl
while your car ends up on ice in a whirl
that lacks the grace of a figure skater
(and lands you in the morgue a bit later),
or texting like mad in the driver’s seat,
paying no mind to the road or your feet
(those toe-toting stinkers that tend the gas
and jam on the brakes to save your dumb...)
Thus, driver distraction, as you now know,
can lead to a most unpleasant tableau
of injury, shame, and worst of all, death
(a scene that rescinds your life and your breath).
We must change our ways to protect ourselves
and make sure we never create living hells
for us or for others we might affect
with careless car habits that go unchecked.
So, save your burrito till you get home,
pull over before picking up your phone,
consider the clock and depart on time,
ignore any backseat Punch Buggy crime,
primp yourself first and start your car after,
pose for no girl (just bask in her laughter),
and last but not least, do not take the bait,
do not get distracted—texting can wait!
Well, this is the end of the poem for now.
I hope it’s resulted in knowledge and ''wow''
and gratitude for these safe-driving rules
that’ll help us be wise instead of dead fools.