My watchers continue to follow me.
I drive down the roads and what do I see?
Upon my arrival, right blinker with glee —
A red sedan takes off as if to flee!
Then De La Cruz Blvd. – traffic sea:-
A ‘PG & E’ blue truck takes off – wee!
Another watchful poem of six-lined stanza with ten syllables in monorhyme.
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Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…