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Road Trip


Dad said we should take a trip
And see it all by car.
"Two whole weeks should do it kids-
You'll see it's not that far!"

"We'll leave today, get on the road!"
We prepped in no time flat.
But no room for my brother and me?
The back seats were all too packed.

We climbed in between the snacks and games,
Settled in as best we could.
There was no place for us to put our feet
Because behind the seats was full.

Dad said it was fine and we were on our way,
The car moved very slow.
It wove to the right and Dad pulled off-
Tire pressure was too low.

Minor setback, is all - is what he said
And grinned from ear to ear.
Nothing dampened his excitement
As he put the car in gear.

We fixed that snag and started anew-
Off to see the sights!
But it wasn't too long after we left
My brother picked a fight.

"He's on my side and touching me!"
"He's making annoying sounds!"
Dad looked in the rear view, told us to stop
Or he'd turn this car around.

On the long highway we went next
With this last rebuke.
When Bro said the car was way too hot-
And I was gonna puke.

Mom rubbed my back as I got back in,
And we started once again.
Things looked good as we pushed right on
And drove around the bend.

Dad asked Mom to read the map
But at the top was East?
That explains why Delaware's
Where Canada should be.

We made good time as we drove on
But up ahead red lights.
The road was now a parking lot
With no movement in sight.

We sat for an hour until Dad pulled out
Onto an off ramp-He had bailed.
His face was red with lips pursed tight
His road trip had just failed.

Mom said that we'll try again,
With a sympathetic smile.
But maybe road trips are not for us-
We only got 10 miles...
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