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.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2005
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