Sometimes dad is on the ceiling
and he can’t get down at all.
When this happens I am blamed
because I drive him up the wall.
Other times he’s past the corner.
I’m at fault, you could contend –
dad can go in that direction
since I drive him round the bend.
Now and then he has a fall.
It’s due to me, one might allege;
dad is liable to topple
when I drive him to the edge.
Frequently he grows so crazy
that he cannot concentrate –
when I drive him to distraction
dad cries out and turns irate.
These things crop up fairly often
and I think it’s quite bizarre
my father gets so apoplectic
every time I drive his car…
On occasion I’ve denied it.
Dad’s been adamant I’ve lied.
All in all, I must admit
I sometimes take him for a ride.