June 24, 2004
Driving…
Mom has been lecturing us on safe driving. Leaving a lot of room around your car, driving the speed limit, and a lot of other stuff. So this morning, after Mom was mentioning our safety again, I wrote this poem. I’m not driving yet and I have no intention of driving for a while. So here it is, this masterpiece of a poem.
My Mother told me of dangers
Dangers deadlier than of old
All about tailgaters and traffic cops
and reckless drivers bold
She told my brothers to be careful
As they drove upon the road
So they would not end up dead
Or in a hospital bent and bowed
The terrors she described to me
As happening in parking lots
Where old ladies do not look back
Where kids end up squashed tots
Made me feel unsure of my safety
Ability, and desire to drive
So to avoid the dangers of driving
I plan to wait until I’m Twenty-five!
Then I shall be very careful
Careful driving down the road
So that I shall not end up dead
Or in a hospital bent and bowed