Irony Poem by Kayla Yeager

I jump into my car,
To slowly kill the rage.
I push down the peddle,
Not a working gage!

This upsets me more.
Why dose everything break?
I need to get away!
I don't know how much I can take.

As I spead down the road,
Costs racing throught my mind,
I turn the mucis up,
I pay no attition for quit some time!

But at last I haer the horn,
Of the desal loud and roring.
I go to turn the wheele,
My body tightins up and I go souring

As I lie on the ice cold pavement,
All I can think is i love him.
I hope my son has a good life.
Then everything goes dime.