Driving Test

She’s taken the driving test so many times That the trainer allowed her a license She’s already had several small accidents And now she feels she’s in a crisis She bought a new car, shiny and black That she brought in to show us today However she won’t drive it during the week She’ll only drive in on a Sunday She tells her long stories with tears in her eyes And I loathe at the hour she arrives Cause she wont stop pretending it’s somebody’s fault And our colleague just shrugs with a sigh. “She shouldn’t be driving“, they say while she’s gone “I know“, I agree with concern, “But tell that to her“, I say with a grin. “You’re right, the girl just doesn’t learn“. The last that I heard she ran off of the road As she came to the off-ramp and cornered And now she needs everything all overhauled And she’s scared that they’ll give her a loner.