Each hump, each bump, each tiny hole
Caused her face to crease,
Up and down like at the fair,
Would it never cease ?
She sat well propped up in the back,
As comfy as could be,
But nothing could distract her,
Nothing that she could see,
From all the pain the journey caused,
Reaching home tonight
These never-ending searing pains,
At their very height.
The car it came to a halt,
With a final jolt,
Causing pain to make her cry;
Would that she could bolt.
Hands reached in to help her out,
So she grit her teeth.
They lifted her full bodily,
Pulled from underneath.
Now sitting down, home at last,
Relaxing on a chair,
The young lass sighed with huge relief,
Pleased she'd made it there.