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February 13, 2014

D-day, or ‘Dread Day’
in non-World War vernacular
was to be my foray
and while not spectacular,
it was something I just had to do:
going, so sad, to meet boys in blue.

A day in court thus to retort
the judge soundly drubbed me
as if for sport:
Man, how she rubbed me!

Back out to the lot
to fetch my rust-bucket
temper quite hot
but with some luck it
would or would not
hold my butt thus to truck it.

All told, the system had gotten me
for close to a hundred bucks,
I’d soon squeal.

Some appeal.