Uncle Dave's Car

by Helen Ksypka
I pleaded with my Uncle Dave
to take us for a ride.
My sisters grabbed a window seat.
I sat right by his side.

He zoomed across a garden
and knocked some hedges down,
then barreled over sidewalks
in a busy part of town.

He zipped along a winding road—
a siren made him stop.
My uncle got a ticket from
a very angry cop.

At home our mother asked us,
“Did all of you behave?”
We answered her, “Of course we did.”
(Except for Uncle Dave!)

Text © Helen Ksypka, reprinted from A Bad Case of the Giggles published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.


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