The Mystery of Men

My car is equipped with maps and a GPS With a great fear of getting lost I am obsessed Men seem to have a different navigation system Asking for directions is too far beneath them Tony and I embarked on a cross-country tour Didn’t start out that way, just took multiple detours Tony didn’t like the GPS talking voice Rather than listen, he turned it off by choice Each time we stopped for gas, I wanted to seek help But if I approached someone, Tony’d let out a yelp The White Mountains should have been a hundred-mile drive With two days on the road, I thought I’d not survive “Turn right now, make a left, heck just keep going straight” Commands from the King of the Road did not abate But it wasn’t until we saw the first palm tree That I’d had my fill and let out an urgent plea “Huh,” he replied, “guess YOU drove just a bit off course Those Canadians will want to see our passports” “That’s the Mexican border patrol up ahead!” I screeched, turned around and away I quickly sped *For Francine's "Whatever You Say, Dear" Contest