Mannequin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mannequin



Mannequin

He drives next to me,
It is funny how he sits.

The thick trunk of a tree,
Straight, un-moving.

Both his hands on the wheel,
Seems to hold a bad dog's leash.

Only looks straight,
Knows not of right and left.

Such kinds of drivers,
Are quite dangerous.

Wednesday, May 3, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: dog,funny
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