Poetry

On the highway a female traffic cop pulls me off
and with a book and pen
she trots to the window
which glides electrically into the frame.
 
I was careful
not to exceed the speed limit
and that little minx dressed in kaki
tests everything.
 
Suddenly she wants to get into the seat next to me
and wants me to open the bonnet
which makes me angry
as this sport-car belongs to me
 
and I do determine
who observes the inner works of it,
who rides in my car
and no speed-cop does seduce me.
On the highway a female traffic cop pulls me off
 
On the highway a female traffic cop pulls me off
and with a book and pen
she trots to the window
which glides electrically into the frame.
 
I was careful
not to exceed the speed limit
and that little minx dressed in kaki
tests everything.
 
Suddenly she wants to get into the seat next to me
and wants me to open the bonnet
which makes me angry
as this sport-car belongs to me
 
and I do determine
who observes the inner works of it,
who rides in my car
and no speed-cop does seduce me.