Careless Driving

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I was inspired to write this poem because of something that happened on the German autobahn. A mate of mine who was from the royal family had a sports car. He gave me a lift. The needle was on 200,
and I just close my eyes.

Submitted: December 22, 2017

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Submitted: December 22, 2017



Behind the steering wheel,

Learning to drive.

This is really a big deal,

You feel so much alive.


The speedometer is showing 200,

The petrol tank meter on red.

Still the learner with the pedal to the floor,

Wants to hit 200 and more.


The four tyres are bald,

The instructor is appalled.

By the way the learner behave,

Snot in the nose, and no morning shave.


Seat belts on across the shoulder,

''I'm going to see if i can roll her,'' the learner said.

The instructor grabbed his holder,

Too late, he was dead.

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