Speed was Pokey’s all-time goal.
Never one to observe the written rules,
Pokey broke them all on every trip.
But that last curve came up too quick.
Now we obey the rules and slow the pace.
Old Pokey Davis is on a roll,
(How soon can we hit the road again?)
Not as fast as he was wont to go.
Of course, this time he isn’t driving.
Pokey is on the way to his resting place.
As the preacher blesses his soul,
I wonder if Pokey’s soul broke the rules
When it left his body bound for home?
#Memoir #SpeedDemonElegy




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