22nd December 2013

Sonnet 50

They told me you had it too much your own way;

 I'd regret both route and journey's end,

He Gets Away With Murder they'd all say,

(There's no enemy like A Worried Friend).

That you didn't learn to drive did cause me woe,

Although it has bred dependence on me...

...whose hands on the steering wheel...but I know

I cruised past the car crash of me and thee .

Every marriage needs a panic room on

Four wheels - domestic transporter to hide

In the carpark for a good cry and grone

Once you've see who's been left on the blind side. 

    Driving lesson number one burns my  mind:

    Check every 10 seconds for what's behind.