Just a couple of poems I have received from some former students, thought I'd share them with you!!
My first lesson with BSM, 10 years ago I'd driven with them.
I was scared no balls had I, Driving lessons made me cry.
My new instructor blonde was she, worked pure wonders beyond her fee.
Non-stop munchies, aromatherapy oil, my incompetence didn't make her boil.
Crying dolphins on cd, non-stop gossip all for free.
She made me laugh, enjoy, have fun, Thursdays have never been the same hun.
Her little mottos like 'Stop neighing Jo', and her infamous 'Ready, Steady, Go!'
December came and in a twirl, I took my test with New York City Girl!
I couldn't believe it when he said 'You've Passed', 3 minors that's all, what a blast.
Tracy Gannon, she's a gem to me, thanks to her at last I'm free!.
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I said I'd write a little ditty ode to Tracy Gannon. The problem that I'm finding she only rhymes with cannon!
However....
My purpose is to highlight she really is the best. There is no other instructor to get you through your test.
She came highly recommended from my good friend Michelle. And if ever someone's learning to drive it's her good name I'll tell.
But they need to be qucik witted and always on the ball. Cos believe me if it's going wrong it's only you she'll call.
Some days you'll laugh and laugh to the point of peeing your pants. She'll whip out her half dodgy toe in the middle of one of her rants!
She has been my pharmacist, holiday guide and confectioner. My social life, my agony aunt when my head's in a blur.
So ''God Bless Tracy Gannon'', Thanks for everything you've done. I'm truly grateful, that you made it so much fun!
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