The Bad Driver
Driving down the high street
I always go too fast
I hate to be in second place
And hate to get there last
I’m pulling at my steering wheel
And crunching through my gears
It’s getting quite a phobia
I’ve got these driving fears
I never stop at traffic lights
My foot just won’t let go
Accelerating cable
Is wrapped around my toe
I hate the snail like people
Driving down the street
I wish they’d leave their cars at home
And use their blinking feet
I not driving I am racing
I’ve got to get there first
You’re a decent driver
And I’m the very worst
Telman58 
2 responses to “The Bad Driver”
Yikes! I’m the overly cautious slow driver this driver probably honks at. A very fun poem to read. I like how the words run into each other as if they are racing toward the end. Nicely done.
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Bridgette, This was a bit of nonsense, I was trying to fetch a bit of humour to everyday driving stress. Thanks for reading☺️
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