Warp-Speed Ticketing of the Future

Another Attempt at Authorship . . .

Cryptic Poetic

On the way home through Thicket,

I got a low-speed ticket

for driving way long too slow;

So floored I the board at go,

went gone so fast at length last

through light-speeds beyond space past.

It's sounding more like a poem every day. I'll have to do something or other about that . . .