The Drive
At all cost,
hope the keys are lost.
Lock the doors,
and sweat from your pores.
Buckle your belt,
to avoid bruise and welt.
Tighten your grip,
as your heart starts to skip.
Try not to shout,
as she backs the car out.
You'll turn white as a sheet,
when she starts down the street.
Of something else she's thinking,
and her blinkers sure not blinking.
As your blood rushes,
the gas pedal she crushes.
Will you meet your fate?
She's on the interstate.
Your blood pressure begins to rise,
as down the highway she flies.
The exit's ahead,
slow down or we're dead.
You have a fright,
as she runs a red light.
You're finally at the store,
you just can't take it anymore.
She cruises the lot,
looking for a spot.
"There's one!" she shout's with a grin.
She punches it and whips right in.
Hit the brakes,
for pity sakes!
Grandma's at the wheel!
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