The Ballad of the P-Plater
Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 1:04 pm
Written as homework for the Illawarra Breakfast Poets weekly topic, P-Platers.
THE BALLAD OF THE P-PLATER
© John Peel 29/7/08
“Gidday, me name is Justin Brown and I’ve just turned eighteen
and I’m the greatest driver that the world has ever seen.
I’m heading down to Vicroads now, I’ll pass their driving test
and then I’ll go out on the road and prove that I’m the best.
My parents have been really great, they’ve spent a bit of cash,
they’ve bought this brand new car for me and mate, it’s pretty flash,
it’s got a you-beaut engine, I reckon it’ll go
and once I get my P-Plates, I finally will know.”
He headed into Vicroads and he sat the driving test,
did two more on computer and he gave them all his best.
He passed with flying colours and received his licence card,
he went and dropped his mother home, then went out driving hard.
He drove along a country track, his foot pressed to the floor,
he built up speed until he could accelerate no more.
And as the car approached a bend, young Justin lost control,
he slid out off the tarmac and the car began to roll.
The rolling finally halted when the wreckage hit a tree,
the roadside in the area was scattered with debris –
it was true the car was powerful and capable of speed
and that speed and inexperience are a fatal mix indeed.
“Hello my name is Sergeant Black, this sight just makes me sad,
he was just a young bloke on his Ps, the accident was bad.
I’ll notify his parents, start clearing up the scene,
the driver’s name is Justin Brown and he was just eighteen.”
THE BALLAD OF THE P-PLATER
© John Peel 29/7/08
“Gidday, me name is Justin Brown and I’ve just turned eighteen
and I’m the greatest driver that the world has ever seen.
I’m heading down to Vicroads now, I’ll pass their driving test
and then I’ll go out on the road and prove that I’m the best.
My parents have been really great, they’ve spent a bit of cash,
they’ve bought this brand new car for me and mate, it’s pretty flash,
it’s got a you-beaut engine, I reckon it’ll go
and once I get my P-Plates, I finally will know.”
He headed into Vicroads and he sat the driving test,
did two more on computer and he gave them all his best.
He passed with flying colours and received his licence card,
he went and dropped his mother home, then went out driving hard.
He drove along a country track, his foot pressed to the floor,
he built up speed until he could accelerate no more.
And as the car approached a bend, young Justin lost control,
he slid out off the tarmac and the car began to roll.
The rolling finally halted when the wreckage hit a tree,
the roadside in the area was scattered with debris –
it was true the car was powerful and capable of speed
and that speed and inexperience are a fatal mix indeed.
“Hello my name is Sergeant Black, this sight just makes me sad,
he was just a young bloke on his Ps, the accident was bad.
I’ll notify his parents, start clearing up the scene,
the driver’s name is Justin Brown and he was just eighteen.”