Up And Down, In And Around Poem by N.C Cusack

There is my sweet heart
She’s done up well
It’s jingling in my pocket
It wants to drive
Give into temptations
Lets go for a ride

Palms on both sides
Handbrake is down
She’s been started up
Now shift into gear
The engine is pumping
Energy is burnt

There are two traffic lights
They both are green
A sign says slow down
But the sign is ignored
Red lights are run
I’m going to fast

Fuel tank nearly empty
Losing control
Brakes have been cut
There’s no stopping now
Running off road
Tree is in front, and we both collide