CAR RIDE (Poem #236)

Mom, when are we going to get there?
 This trip seems awful slow.
 I'm getting awful tired now,
 And thirsty, I'm letting you know.

 I'll be so tired when I get there,
 That I will be about to drop.
 Is it at the top of that mountain
 Where we are going to stop?

 Let's sing some songs, Mom says
 That will give us a joyful grin.
 We don't have to sit here
 Being quiet as a pin.

 We can play a game
 In order to pass the time.
 I spy a red car; will the next one
 Be yours or mine?

 Then you can sit back
 And take a little nap.
 Our destination then will come
 Seeming like we hit it with a zap.

 When our trip is over,
 And we then come to a stop,
 We will have had so much fun
 And won't be feeling ready to drop.

 © copyright 8/1/1999 by Jean E. Gorney