The World's Craziest Driver
I love my wife but she's the world's craziest driver.
She became famous once when she hit Maria Shriver.
When she hit her with her car, Maria went flying through the air.
If you're ever a passenger in her car, you are sure to get scared.
My wife runs stop signs and red lights.
My hair has turned gray because of fright.
I can't stop this crazy lady from driving because I'm not her keeper.
But every time I'm in her car, I'm afraid of meeting the Grim Reaper.
She's caused a lot of damage even though that wasn't what she intended.
Twenty-five is the number of times that her license has been suspended.
Some times she drives with her eyes closed, she actually thinks she can drive by using the Force.
If somebody doesn't stop this crazy woman from driving, I'm going to have to get a divorce.
(I'm happy to say that this is a fictional poem.)
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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