Road Food
I really would like to thank you
for taking me out in your car,
I can’t remember the last time
that I got away this far.
And even though I’m not the driver
it’s good to see the town,
No need to hurry back again
let’s have a look around.
Traffic isn’t any more polite
they still insist on blowing their horn.
What the heck is that in front of us?
That car is giant a box of corn.
I really do love popped corn
And at movies I would eat a lot.
But the size of that box of corn
fills up a parking spot.
And there’s a mother and her kids
driving Jell-O pudding packs.
Is this the way to get somewhere,
do people drive around in snacks?
There’s a hippie in his carrot
and I guess I should have known,
His bumper sports a sticker,
“My car was organically grown.”
You should consider getting yourself
a sporty new bag of chips,
Then spend your time driving around
looking for roads with dips.
As for me I know just what I’d drive
and I’d be as happy as a clam,
Because I’d drive a loaf of bread
and go looking for a traffic jam.
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