Car gassed up and going down the highway. Everyone is happy and what a beautiful day. One driver at the wheel; the other in the back seat. All kinds of sweet snacks to eat; this is really neat. Everything is fine, until we make the third pit stop. Then, this whole trip turns out to be a big flop. I did not forget my tools or my large road map. On down the four-lane road, I could take a nap. Then someone touched somebody and started a fight. They were kicking, biting, and scratching; what a sight. This was expected, as I kept the wheel in my hand. My mind was on my destination and the golden sand. After three hundred more miles, a roll call I had made. When I suddenly realized, that I had lost a renegade. "Oh! Well, he is left where he can get a good snack." "Maybe, just maybe; I will pick him up on the way back." As I passed every car and truck on the crowded road. I secretly wished, that I could lose this dysfunctional load. Then I realized, that I was lost and had to ask. It was a big letdown and what an impossible task. They asked me, "are you lost?" "Oh no! I said, knowing the cost. Copyright (c) 1995 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
I am sure that this has happen to you whenever
you take to the road on a vacation. If you have
two kids as I do, then someone will touch the
other one. This poem is from a collection of three
hundred included in my first book for publication.
Some are true and some are pure fantasy. I am
hoping that you are enjoying them.
Marva L. Dowdin
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