by Rachel Hoyt
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Shall I compare thee to a chauffeured ride?
Thou art more dicey and incognito.
Hast thou not a soul within as your guide?
The future is soon and then we will know.
Wilt thou shine radiant with metallic wit,
Overflowing with delicious dotings,
Making conga lines form in a mosh pit,
Mending the crippled and paralyzed wings,
Skipping stumbling lushes from bars to home,
Taking over boring tasks like parking,
Letting riders sit and enjoy the roam,
Quieting traffic's need for loud barking?
So long as you're nice we'll praise you 'round town,
But betray our trust and we'll shut you down.
© 2012 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved
Inspired by Shakespeare's Sonnet 18
and an article on driverless cars becoming legal in California.
Read more rhymes by Rachel at her new column, Clickety Clack -
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