Listen! Cars and ice don't mingle well.
There are many stories I could tell,
'Bout the bitter damage that was done,
But there comes to mind this certain one.
It all began on one rainy day,
When a bitter cold came into play
While I was driving down steep-slopped street
Unaware there was an icy sheet.
The road contained a sloppy layer
That made me make a hasty prayer.
As I approached that slickened hill,
Started spinin' 'round against my will.
But even though I'd been goin' slow,
The terrain made my momentum grow.
My brakes, no assistance as I spun.
This total terror had just begun.
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My wheels hit hard against concrete curve,
Creating a bounced gyrating swerve,
To test the limits of my frayed nerve,
In conditions drivers don't deserve.
It was like I had no steering wheel,
That made it such an intense ordeal .
As I approached an intersection,
Could not effect a course correction.
Desperate attempts were made to warn
Drivers, as I loudly honked my horn.
As I slid backwards against the light,
I prayed to God to protect my plight.
Well, He must have heard my anguished plea,
Because no other cars approached me,
Even though traffic had a green light,
There was no vehicle within sight.
So I can gladly say,
That I'm still here today.
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Author Notes
This really happened, although this picture is of someone else on a different slippery hill.
AABB rhyme scheme in 9 syllable meter with 6 syllable closing couplet envoi.
Photograph by the author.
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