WHAT KIND OF CAR?
With sweaty palms,
and knotted gut,
I quickly jumped in and slammed the door shut.
My brother beside me to guide me through,
Nervous; not sure of what to do.
"Not like that!" He complained,
and patiently he went through the instructions again.
our arguing was causing a rift.
I quickly argued; "It's not my fault your teaching on a stick shift!"
When it comes to cars I'm just a dumb blond.
If you ask me the make or model I'll just sigh and say "Oh come on!"
When asked "What kind of car do you drive?"
I simply reply "A grey one" and wait for the laughter to arrive.
When I once again fail to park just right.
I cry out in frustration;"I've had enough, goodnight!"
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