Driving Poem by Caitlin Moreby
Driving
Roundabout and 2nd left,
Oh God, I hope I pass this test.
My freedom rests
In this mans hands.
Emergency stop, Now!
I slam my foot, Ow!
Anther minor, How?
I hate this man.
Bus, right on my tail,
It better not make me fail.
It's getting harder to inhale.
I love this man! (he passed me!)
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