A quick poem about my driving skills

Nissans are blue

Vauxhalls are green

I’ve hit them both

Which wasn’t forseen

Kias are trouble

But Nissans are worse

They sneak up on you

When you try to reverse

I’ve hit so many cars

The public are wary

And my husband's so cross

He looks rather scary

The police are on the lookout

For a woman on their list

Who looks like a loony

And drives like she’s pissed.

I’m hiding in the bathroom

Until the cops disappear

It wouldn’t be too bad

But the sewerage pipe’s sheared.

Where cars are concerned

I haven't had much luck

I'd probably be okay though

If I had a big truck