This is a favorite poems I used to recite to my kids-one of my children’s name is David, so they always laugh-I did not write it and have credited the writer. This Dave of mine-now a father of two keeps care of 2 model A’s I inherited from my uncle, so it is still amusing!
Uncle Dave’s Car
by Helen Ksypka
I pleaded with my Uncle Dave
to take us for a ride.
My sisters grabbed a window seat.
I sat right by his side.
He zoomed across a garden
and knocked some hedges down,
then barreled over sidewalks
in a busy part of town.
He zipped along a winding road-
a siren made him stop.
My uncle got a ticket from
a very angry cop.
At home our mother asked us,
“Did all of you behave?”
We answered her, “Of course we did.”
(Except for Uncle Dave!)
Lucid Gypsy said,
January 7, 2013 @ 7:08 am
Cool, I didn’t know what it looked like!