Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
The woman I passed in the next car,
Was weaving from side to side.
I figured she wouldn't get very far,
With the poetry she was trying to write.
She ran three cyclists off the road,
As she pondered the next line or two.
Then she sideswiped a truck with load,
As she decided her poem was through.
And then she stacked her new lines,
Upon a stack of other poems,
Waved at all of the motorist hand signs,
As she continued on to her home.
She is the wandering poetess,
And she's a terror on the street.
Her name is the lovely Hootess,
And she's the gal we want to meet.