LASIX
Speeding down I-10
doing 80 miles or more,
When a trooper pulled me over,
Now he's at my door.
He sees and old veteran gray,
Definitely over the hill;
"What's your hurry" ? says he!
My answer is. "I'm on the Lasix pill."
"Gotta' find a rest area fast,
or I shall surely explode."
Says he, "just follow me,
for there's a rest stop down the road."
With siren on and flashing light,
The patrol car is speeding out of sight;
Step on the gas almost to the floor
and at the rest stop, the trooper opens my door.
He clears the way before me,
to that door which says "MEN",
and the pause that refreshes begins.
I wish I never had to take that Lasix pill again.
No ticket for speeding!
I give thanks to the Trooper;
Write him a commendation,
for that Trooper is super!
Now, to you old men,
If you can, hold it in;
for you may not meet a law-man,
who really does understand!
C. Douglas Caffey
April 11, 2005
