My Mother's Drive Poem by Malory Joyce

Your breath was beer,
could make any nose smother;
buckled my seat belt with fear:
ready to take a ride with my mother.

Her chuckles made me laugh,
she honked her horn incessantly;
everything started to pass by fast:
other cars were looking angry.

Side to side the car was moving,
but you weren't laughing anymore;
the road was fading:
dirt overcame more and more.

Her drink spilled all over me,
then she began to yell;
arrived at the bar she said sorry,
waiting in the car the beer made me smell.