I don’t drive, I’m afraid.
Never had the inclination or the need.
Being antimagnetic, I am repelled by metal
And unimpressed by speed.
Nor am I being ‘holier than thou’.
Thou art a godsend to be candid
You with the car and the welcoming smile
Without your lift I’d be stranded.
And it’s not that I dislike cars
Though noisy and dangerous I dare say
Money-eaters and poison-excreters, okay
But I don’t dislike cars, per se.
It’s just that I know my limitations.
I’d be all thumbs behind a wheel.
Don’t laugh. Could you park a poem
In a space this small? Well, that’s how I feel.