If You'Re Waiting On Me You'Re Backing Up

I woke before dawn, with places to go
My wife wants to ride, but she’s far to slow

I sure hate to leave the number one shopper
For once she gets going, nothing can stop her

But the morning bus runs, in half of an hour 
And I hear her back there, starting the shower

To get stuck at the back of the bus is disaster
With a seat on the front, we get there much faster

We should hurry along before all the seats fill
I would mention the time, but can't swallow that pill

If we miss this bus, there's one that comes later
Since there is no way to hurry, the beloved wifeinator

Just a few tas and a ya, to the end of this tome 
So I’ll stand on my head, and hope soon we are gone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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