Fear And Loathing At The Helm Of A Lectra Haul Poem by Barry Reiter

Sons and Daughters, lend me your ears,
I'll tell you a story that may bring you to tears.
Concerning a large electrical truck
And two young mens' close brush with Lady Luck.

Two electricians they were, both young and bold,
Who by their Shop Foreman one day were told
'You boys test out dat truck tonite'.
Foolishly they said. 'All Right. All Right'.

Climbing aboard, with meters in hand,
With smiles on their faces, and feeling just grand.
They punched on the starter, and stomped on the pedal.
The truck took off, amidst much clanking of metal.

Cruising out into the rainy wet nite.
One asked. 'Where can we test it just right? '.
Said the other, 'Pollyanna - its got quite a hill'...
(He never suspected they might take a spill) .

Down the wet haul road the truck accelerated,
He stepped on the brakes, but he shouldn't have waited,
The wheels merely skidded, and out of control,
The Lectra-Haul snaked down into the hole.

Hearts In their mouths, they fought with the wheel,
As down the narrow slope the Lectra Haul reeled,
Then diving for cover wilst filling their pants,
The Lectra-Haul continued its deadly dance.

Then all of a sudden the truck gave a lurch,
And stopped just six feet from a substation perch.
Whooping and hollering and discarding their undies,
They both said as one, 'I sure do hate Mondays'.