It's a Man Thing
He set out on an errand,
That shouldn't take him long,
But somehow he got turned around,
Some turn he made was wrong.
He drove around until he found,
He never knew before,
This place has grown, these streets and homes,
Were strange to him for sure.
He finally made it home quite late.
She wondered where he'd been.
To admit that he got lost,
Would be a mortal sin.
They set out on a journey,
A family vacation.
They stopped and bought some snacks and pop,
At The Last Chance Gas Station.
They drove and drove until he said,
They had a situation.
It seemed they'd made a turn somewhere,
And missed their destination.
He should have asked directions,
When they had stopped for gas,
But he has this affliction,
Seems have *****, cannot ask.
Judy Ball
A man will not ask for directions or instructions no matter how much he suffers without them. :)
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