My Driving Test Poem by Edith Oram

Sat in my very first car,
Brow beaded with apprehension,
I awaited THE EXAMINER.
'Start her up and pull away, ' said HE.
Mirror checked, Key turned, engine roared into life.
Left indicator clicked, road clear all way,
Gear engaged, clutch released, gas depressed tentatively.
Splutter, silence, engine died.
So did I.
'Calm down, try again, ' encouraged HE.
'Failure! What matters now, ' gloomed I.
Three point turn, emergency stop, hill start,
Miss old lady with shopping basket.
Highway code? Perfect.
'You've passed, ' smiled HE.
Disbelief, rash of relief, Tarzan yelling joy!