( " DAILY FOOD " )
Were you ever in a traffic jam,
and sat there all dismayed?
For the drive you took was just to look-
and home-you wished you'd stayed?
Yes, and here I am hemmed in a van
and can't go to or fro,
'cause up ahead is what I dread,
a parade is on the go!
So, I think of home and should have known
that autos fill the streets;
and often they in awful way
just poke along in creeps.
But, sometimes I, and don't know why,
I just can't sit at home;
'cause of TV, the mess I see,
I find the urge to roam.
So, off I go, to where-don't know;
just have to drive and see;
but now I find I'm in a bind-
with many more like me!
Indeed a mess, now I confess...
(regardless of the strain)
I'll stay intact,
when I GET BACK
and never leave home again!!
William E. Hardison
(c)
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