And, as before, limericks to make a sickeningly frustrating situation a little lighter and more manageable.
In Moers is a driving instructor,
A delinquent quite unlike another.
He'll kill with his words
And run over birds*
And project all his misery on others.
Along came a young Austin girl
Whose goal was avoiding a war.**
With each hour of driving,
The tension was rising...
Until she could stand it no more.
When he noticed his horrid mistake,
The tables had turned; 'twas too late.
This mad Austinite
Will now put up a fight.
In her once-gentle hands rests his fate.
*drumroll*
To be continued...
*pidgeons, specifically
**a driving war with her instructor, that is.
1 comment:
There's always the option of hiring a hitman. You know I have connections, baby.
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