Vehicle Registrations in England
Are made up with Letters and Figures,
Sometimes words are formed,
To bring out laughter and sniggers.
Some years ago, whilst driving round,
Behind a hearse I did stop,
Its registration did astound,
‘YME’ did make me laugh ~ a lot.
For the letters on the Plate you see,
Were bold to read as ‘Y.M.E.’
As if the Corpse carried there inside,
Was seeking his Life ~ to be revived.
It was a sight that brought a smile,
And it did linger for a while,
Following a hearse with ‘Y.M.E.’
Listening for the voice asking ~ ‘Why me? ’
As if seeking guidance from HIM above,
As to why it was his time to go,
Driving through the Streets of London,
In this Procession ~ driving slow.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 14 June 2006
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