You Beaut!

• Megan Dash, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

Quietly driving through the bush,
The dog starts to bark, you tun around and tell to shush,
But then you see the streaking red,
Bounding through the scrub,
You slam on the brakes, but they don’t rub,
You turn the wheel and feel the car start to swerve,
You quickly turn to the dog and yell, “hang on Merve!”
The car tuns and you see the town priest quietly preaching,
You turn the car and swerve about, tyres screeching,
He sees you acoming’ and starts to scream,
People come from everywhere to see what the fuss is all about,
To burst out with laughter with what they see,
Old Bob with Merve sitting on his knee,
They are sitting in the Ute,
They give us all a tonk, now that’s You Beaut!