Driving With Miss Trixie
My driver’s education instructor was a keen cat named Trixie.
During our drives, she sat on my shoulder and whistled “Dixie”
How is she qualified? Asked my snoopy aunt named Pixie.
I could not answer, for I was slightly afraid of Miss Trixie.
She would bark in my ear with the call of a Great Dane.
“MOVE OVER FOOL! You are nearly in that fellow’s lane!”
She was startling assertive, and afraid of nothing at all.
She may have been a cat, but she seemed nine foot tall.
One time she took my face in her hands and made my head swivel.
I wish I was kidding, but I have to tell you, this is no drivel.
She said “Stop using the mirrors, fool! Turn your head NOW!”
She had a bellow that was angry, like a bull not a cow.
I learned what to do, and I learned it quickly through fear.
She was a no-nonsense cat, this was always quite clear.
She would not hesitate to slap me or slug me or pull on my ear.
I am always on my toes when Miss Trixie is near.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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