Treacherous Road Conditions

Fog on the road, white out conditions. Cannot see a thing; wind bats car back and forth Sideways, as we try to advance forward. Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap. Slap.Drive. The windshield wipers appeared to have turned on. Oh, I guess I did do that. It does not help at all. Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap.Slap. Drive. Christmas Eve. The car is sliding, we whirl in A complete circle, BAM! When we hit another car, The trunk pops open. The gaily wrapped presents begin Throwing themselves onto the freeway. We are still spinning. I get a glimpse of a small package, and watch a semi Smack it away, in a furious head-butt. Spin. Spin. Spin. Some fool honks. I know we’re in trouble, I think. Whomp! We land in the side of a snowbank, three Feet from the freeway. Fog on the road, white house Conditions. Watch out everyone! And you can stop Blowing your horns. We know!