Driving Dilemma Pickle

I got myself into quite a pickle when sitting my driving test, My nerves were making me jumpy but my instructor said just try your best The examiner looked like Godzilla - he didn’t try to put me at ease, My mouth was as dry as the desert and you could hear the knock of my knees I proceed to perform some manoeuvres my three point turn’s timed to perfection, The examiner tells me to take the next left I turn right - I’ve got no sense of direction! He thuds his hand on the dashboard, says I must execute an emergency stop, So I hit the brakes when he tells me and I just avoid hitting a cop! I begin to drive along the highway when a cyclist weaves and cuts me up, I step on the gas and fly past him quite determined to pass the young pup! The examiner yells at me to slow down ... I quickly sense that something’s not right, There’s a stench drifting up from his trousers perhaps he had a duff curry last night! He says he passes wind when he’s stressed out I open the windows before we get gassed, He abandons me at the test centre - for many reasons I don’t think I’ve passed! 2/19/20