WHEELS

I'm trying my best to learn to drive,
my hardest task since being alive.
I really don't like getting in the car,
and when I do, I won't go far.

It's bad enough having just four gears,
the fifth one has me almost in tears.
It's not too bad going in reverse,
but around a corner makes me curse.

That awful business of parellel parking,
is just a load of silly larking.
I've tried and tried but find it hard,
I'm always out by more than a yard.

If only the car wasn't quiet so wide,
(that's the way it seems when you're sitting inside.)
The manoeuvers to me are a heavy load,
especially that awful turn in the road.

Now Derek does his best to teach,
his standards are simply out of reach.
He seems to be a real nice chap,
but he told me that my driving's c---!

One day with time, I s'pose I'll do it,
(last time I really went and blew it.)
Young people take it all in their stride,
I'm stuck with L plates and wounded pride.


Copyright © Norma Southwood 2007