Drivers Lessons Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Drivers lessons
My wife wanted to learn to drive.
I found myself in fear not for my life but for my insurance rates.
My heart beat fast and all I could see was those pearly gates.
She climbs in and said let's go.
First she put the key in to start and turn it on (and grind the starter which will be other bills) .
I told her to put in reverse that is what r stands for not race.
We back out of the spot nice and easy.
Then I tell her right turn so she turns left.
We go a few feet which is a feat. Then left I tell her she turns right.
i then tell her the other right, she almost hits a car that's parked.
All of sudden I see these lights a cop behind us, great what next.
He gave us a ticket which was no surprise.
We haven't left the parking lot.
She failed the lesson with a fling.I'm just glad she doesn't want to fly! !