New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes

New Classic Poems
Family Matters
The Truth Of It Is
Bob Stampe
An episode in one of life's greatest adventures … (marriage)
A painted moon hung full and high, it's blush subdued, yet bright.
A darkened car, with headlights blurred, rushed through the lonely night.
The occupants, myself, my wife, were speaking of our speed.
Upset, she griped, "Please slow it down. There isn't any need."
I pushed the pedal even more. "Why don't you just relax"
I'm doing fine, and I'm just driving slightly more than max."
The party had been fun that night, and I was feeling fine.
Why did she have to spoil it now Why did she have to whine
As I looked in my rear view mirror, I saw some flashing lights.
"That's great," I said. "Here come the cops." The siren pierced the night.
"I told you so. You've done it now," her scold, more like a wail.
"We can't afford a ticket. Worse, they might throw you in jail."
I pulled onto the shoulder with the police car just behind.
How would I get out of this mess Then something came to mind.
I would deny, plead ignorance. I couldn't help but smile.
I thought I might just pull this off if I could use some guile.
The officer came to our car. I rolled my window down.
"What's up" I asked. "Is something wrong" He looked at me and frowned.
"I'll need to see your license, and your registration please."
"No problem," I responded. I was trying to seem at ease.
The cop looked at his paperwork, then took it to his car.
I turned, looked at my wife, and said, "I'm doing fine so far."
With manner stern, the cop returned. "You were going much too fast.
Your speed was over ninety when your vehicle went past."
"That's crazy. There's no way," I said. "You've made a big mistake.
I'm always careful of my speed. The law, I never break."
My wife leaned forward, "What a line. You always drive too fast.
I've told you that a hundred times. Your luck's run out at last."
I couldn't quite believe my ears. She was out of control.
The cop had heard the whole thing, just when I'd been on a roll.
"Excuse me. Let me handle this," I snapped back at my wife.
"Just sit back please, and shut your mouth." My words cut like a knife.
The officer looked in the car. His flashlight's beam was bright.
"I see you have no seatbelt on. For that, I too must cite."
"I must have just removed it, Sir," more sheepishly this time.
"I swear. I always wear my belt." I buckled up in mime.
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