My Car Is Competitive
A most competitive tool is my car.
She really hates to be passed on the road.
Whether we are traveling near or far,
Passing turns her into an evil toad.
My right foot presses pedal to the floor.
Doing a hundred, or maybe a bit more.
She throws logic out the window pretty fast.
I cringe my teeth when a semi dares to pass.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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