My Antics
There I was an eight year old girl
On an adventurous whirl
We had a thing for hanging
I ended up dangling
With a driver that wanted to hurl
these things happen when dramas befall
I got stuck between the van and the wall
out cold I was lying
driver almost crying
vans were forbidden, for fear of a sprawl
*Naughty me, ended up unconscious
from hanging onto the back of our neighbors’ van,
poor man needed shock treatment, luckily
I lived to tell the tale lol *
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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