A Safe Car
A close shave? Read all road signs.
| Busy highways have not any space |
| Where drivers can stop and replace |
| Their tires which blew |
| Or change old and new |
| If you try, it is death you will face! |
| In biblical times this huge fish |
| Had an old prophet for a main dish |
| So itchy and tough |
| That fish said, "Enough!" |
| And threw up a prophet-knish. |
| A man over three score and ten |
| Shaved with soap as did many old men. |
| "With such time," he quoted, |
| "I could have re-coated |
| A five-sided building again!" |
| A person escaped being fed |
| Unto folks who eat people like bread. |
| “Though refusing this treat |
| Is a waste of good meat, |
| It's so clean and well-shaven a head!” |
| This saxophonist sounded swell |
| And deodorant masked any smell. |
| Still, that slovenly beard |
| Was all scratchy and weird |
| So the lady refused, sad to tell. |
| A driver who's willing to go |
| Much too fast on a blind bend won't slow |
| By this steady increase |
| One can outrun police, |
| But funeral directors, well, no. |
| Sixty units a minute shows our |
| Road signs have great marketing power |
| Without really telling |
| Retailers are selling |
| Three thousand six hundred per hour! |
| Stay careful when streets intersect |
| Your driving must remain correct |
| Cause rolling those dice |
| Might work once or twice |
| Til a semi plays cause and effect. |
| When someone drinks coffee or tea |
| And becomes somewhat bouncy and free |
| The sipper who sips |
| Should button his lips |
| To refrain from an excess of glee. |
| Hey, Pops! Cut your acceleration. |
| It's causing your wife agitation. |
| (With no common word |
| This limerick occurred |
| To provide you the enumeration.) |