The GloPoWriMo day 28 for today calls for a story to go backward. Well, I’ve always been a backward sort of person, so this is right up my alley, or left down my yella!
(If you get hopelessly lost, start at the bottom and work up!)
The rite I need to do right now is write and let them know,
The tracking says it did go through, and that they’ve got the dough,
I finally unearthed the form when closest to defeat,
It took most of the day to find where I’d put the receipt,
I was informed they’ll lock me up if I don’t promptly pay!
Things went all quiet for seven months, until, that is, today;
Well, regist’ring a money order was what I did there;
They said, ‘Can’t do; it won’t go through,’ and I was in despair;
By electronic means the fine from me to fleece
‘Twas tried at supermarket and post office and police,
The date was, though, already most decidedly too late;
I had to send a hundred to them by a certain date;
I got these threats: No longer would I be allowed to drive,
Initial summons, very simply, never did arrive,
My number plate, the speed I did, most sadly did not dim it,
It seems in May last year that I expeeded the seed limit,
This is the sort of news I cannot say that I take best …
Today I learnt a warrant was now out for my arrest.