This ride in the car won’t be fun;

I can sense an issue at play,

Yet no one wants to seem to say.

Though I could be jumping the gun,

If I’m right, I’m ready to run.

Tricked into the car; that’s some nerve!

Knowing where I’m at drained my verve.

I’m not sick, no need for the vet,

Checking in is the time to fret;

An exam I didn’t deserve.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/10/13/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-79-verve-in-the-c-rhyme-line/ .