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.