Parking was never dad's strong point.he saw cars as toys
rides to enjoy
a dodgem car bust up derby
a metal missile pointing us
home from a newly visited destination
or creeping along darkened streets
after emptying a keg of beer
at a birthday party
guided by gutters on either side
each bump left or right
a reminder to an inebriated brain
to make a correction
while we clung
white knuckled to the upholstery
screaming advice and
crying out in terror
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12 comments:
Nasty memories! Ooer!
Written under the alfluence of inkohol?
Nightmarish ...
but a brilliantly quick image too. Nice work, Mr Hat.
Bought alot of unsavoury memories back to me too!
Sounds harrowing, so glad there were survivors.
Oh yeah parking is sometimes scary...I totally relate to some such incidents...
Nice Magpie!
Bad memories but good writing..
hitching a ride in rusted trails
The atmosphere is conveyed here very well. Thank you.
Makes me glad I wasn't ever in his back seat...
Great write...I didn't know whether to scream or laugh!
That probably happened more than we realize back in the day. Glad that's changed and even more grateful I followed your link to find your wonderful writing.
I have, unfortunately been along on some similar rides. Wasn't always dad, but always terrifying. Love the poem!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/he-was-a-ford-man-2/
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