Hiding from the cheating wind
to consider an old class ring in
the glove box. It was a lonely
night to be pursuing this odd
old safely bound childish treasure.
Yet, the sun was rising early like
a Norwegian pumpkin the heat from
the ominous intruder like a fried duck.
I decided to leave but the old Chevy
decided to crash. So I was stuck for a
ride in the middle of the spinning desert
finally someone stopped and I popped in
I noticed he drove like a Canadian
Mongoose so I was safe.