OK, So this was my mother driving...
and God knows I ain’t lying!
One ways were two ways, and Exits were entered
Like Mr. Magoo in a medians' center

Red lights were pretty
And stop signs were bent. . .
Curbs were for side-swiping
Through eyes with a squint

Us kids were packed,  like sardines in a tin
“What’s that sign say?” and “Are we there yet?” and then...
There she’d be yelling 
passer by’s by the bend. . .

Five fingers went waving, off the tip of her nose
“Get a horse!” she would say,  and then... off there she goes. . .!
The gas to the floorboards,  and then a quick stop!
You felt like you were riding in some rocking, ricocheted jalopy!

Her bum was always at the edge of her seat
up close to the dash,  and gritting her teeth
We teased her relentless, enumerated her dents
Dad added them up,  with dollars and cents. . .

Remember the times...When mom smashed into...?
And almost rolled over? ...A daily routine!
So, I guess, one day, no one in particular, mom finally realized,  her wrongs with a vehicle
‘Cause Dad finally did,  what he should’ve bin do’ in all along...

driving Miss Daisy...Singing a song!


 

 

Copyright October 2006  
Kimmy Van Kooten