On my way to drive a couple of children to school on this very cold morning, I noticed that a couple of people's turn signals seem to be broken. This is sad. So I wrote them a eulogy.
Ode to a Turn Signal
Around the bends and turns of life,
You flickered and clicked and blinked.
Without speech, without sight,
You read my thoughts and
Proclaiming them with flashing lights.
Turning now, without you,
I think fondly back.
Wishing to hear, just once more,
Your Clicky-click song
As you flashed on and off.
On and off.
Good, right? Yeah, I know. I wax poetic when my pet peeves get all prickly...