The Ride Back Home

today i had a roller coaster ride,
no even Genting Highlands can provide,
once i got on, fatty hit right up to eighty,
giving me a heart attack i almost wet my jatthi,
entering the car i saw a quite a terrible sight,
a car losing its lips after hitting the traffic light,
she then started listening to shakira on the stereo,
i was still in shock so i had to off the radio,
the car started to shift to higher gear,
with the u turn ahead, i begin to shiver in fear,

cars begin to slow down for the traffic near ldp,
so did fatty 3 kilometers ahead as if shes driving with a sticker p,
a sudden feel of relieve begin to blanket me,
thinking driving the car was the old slow shantene,
little did i know that shes not the same,
when she suddenly cut into the fast lane,
i was shock and impressed at the same time,
as i thought to myself i might be home by dinner time,
the road up ahead was as clear as the afternoon sky,
so my sister decided that it was ok to make the car fly,
seventy became ninety,
the tiger became the kitty,

ldp became federal highway,
at least now she can give way,
no i will not give way she said,
oohh boy here we go all over again,
driving like a pro down the freeway,
i was thinking to myself well shes my sister by the way,
policeman up ahead slow down i said,
can i on the highlight at him she played,
to laugh or shout was my dilemma,
after awhile she said please dont tell amma,

at last home we came in one piece,
then came the question i thought ill miss,
how do i park the car viknesh she asked,
reverse and park la arrogantly i replied,
in the end i had to park the car inside,
since there were no space to park outside,
the day ended with a mini adventure,
after a long tiring day handling annoying customer,
the headache i had is now gone,
thanks to the driver who brought me back home
thank fatty for the ride back home...