Haste (an acrostic poem)

He flew down the street way over the speed limit

And drove through the red light accompanied by a chorus of car horns

Soon he had police cars chasing him from behind

That made him laugh with glee.  He loved the attention

Everyone gets their fifteen minutes of fame, but he was shooting for thirty

 

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