Chicken

I went to visit grandma in the rural countryside With not a lot to do, she said, “Why don’t we take a ride?” While speeding down the road, I said, “You’re on the dotted line.” She said, ‘Round here, we drive like this so we will be just fine.” I told her, “There’s a problem with your logic, Grandma Dear, If you drive astride the line the outcome must be clear, For if the yokels do so too,” I said with some derision, “Someday soon you’re gonna have one hell of a collision.” Grandma laughed and said, “Don’t go and mess your underwear, When it comes to ‘chicken’ this old gal ain’t gonna scare. I learned this from my dear old dad when he was old and grey, He said, ‘There simply isn’t one who won’t get out your way’.” So there we were just speeding down the middle of the road I have to say, I feared for every hedgehog, frog and toad So, when I saw another car approaching at some speed I told her to move over and I thought she had agreed But then she said, “I know that make of car, that car’s a Lexus, I know a Lexus driver but he’s in a home in Texas.” I watched in terror as the other car refused to swerve And grandma hollered, “Hold on lad, you gotta keep your nerve.” The crash was unavoidable; the car was messed up, bad But we were both okay; a fact of which we should be glad Grandma said, “I’ve only met one driver quite so mad, It seems they’ve let him out again… best check on my old dad.”