HOW I CAN FLY!

A comical poem about riding in one of the first cars.

HOW I CAN FLY!

Oh me oh my...how I can fly!
But I can hardly see...
Behind the wheel of such a thing
As Grandad's Model T!

It sure is bumpy on this road
With potholes all around.
I hold my breath and listen for
Some ordinary sounds.

But what I hear instead of them
Is laughter from the back.
My ornery brother pokes some fun
And won't give me some slack!

Then as we turn the corner 'round
To where I live and work,
We flip on over in the mud...
And he calls me a jerk!
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© 2018 Sharon Peeples

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[Miss Sharon]

This is a comical post about riding in one of the first cars.