MRS MOODY
Bill Dawson was a good instructor:
Been doing it for thirty years.
Helping learners with their problems,
From three point turn to changing gears.
In his job you must learn patience:
Have heart of oak and nerves of steel;
Confidence, instil in drivers,
Every time they take the wheel.
But, every now and then arrives
A learner who cannot be taught.
Bill found one in Mrs Moody.
He still shudders at the thought.
Bill was mentioned in dispatches:
Fighting battles in the war.
But fear took on another meaning
When Mrs Moody drove his car.
Pedestrians ran into doorways
When they saw them on the roads.
Bus drivers would change their routes;
Swerving trucks would shed their loads.
Then one day she said to Bill,
She'd got a date back for her test.
So could she have some extra lessons?
Suddenly, Bill felt depressed.
When the day came for her test,
She told the examiner with zeal:
"I'll keep on trying 'til I pass one".
Then she got behind the wheel.
After thirty gruelling minutes,
When she brought the car to rest:
Not one question did he ask her.
Mrs Moody passed her test!
Copyright Peter Jones 1992