Norman’s snowman decided to hit the road
he was disgusted by his current frosty abode
I am leaving tonight at eight, he told Norm and me.
He said he was heading toward Livestock, Tennessee
I heard later that he melted along the way
His parts were scraped off the sixty-seven highway
We had warned him not to go, begged him to stay
Let that be a lesson to you Norm said to his new snowwoman, Kay
Sheila wants to go to Europe, her man, Lou is thinking Mexico.
Just go, said their teenage son, pack up and go! Go! Go!
You would have to come, they argued, but he has a job.
I’ll stay with him said Gram, who was fond of her grandson Rob.
Sheila and Lou hit the road, it was a smooth, happy start.
They traveled through the Midwest, each with a loving heart.
Formidable five-wheeler was packed with the supplies for a week.
They were like teenagers again, on bit of a honeymoon streak.
They went through Mississippi in the middle of the night
Traveled to Georgia, where they saw many an amazing sight
Wandered down to Florida and spied a large gator cross the road.
Oh, this gives me the creeps said Sheila, now in mama mode.
Let’s try Route 66 said Lou, so they turned that bus around.
Traveled through the Midwest, their eyes on boring ground.
When they hit Wyoming, they were cheering at bison who roam.
I cannot wait to get home, said Sheila, so I can write this in a poem.
There once was a driver named Huck
who found himself down on his luck.
When he kicked the tires,
he incurred her ire,
got left by his self-driving truck.
Thrifty Scots made a new High Street
from plastic trash folk used to eat
The USA
Won't pave that way
Trump claims that oil just can't be beat!
Marmalade parade
orchestration celebration
Cranberry jamboree
boog-a-loo's toodle - ooh
I say, let’s hit the road,
when it’s nice and cold.
I’m a single woman,
I scream alone in my room,
with no cat, no kid, no hubby;
I don’t sweep much with my broom.
I say let’s hit the road,
when it’s nice and cold.
I ain’t getting any high,
with men hitting on my supply.
I need no gins and tonics,
as I am my own drink,
baby I am naturally high and it’s chronic.
I say,
let’s hit the road,
when it’s nice and cold.
When the sky was trying out dresses,
in various shades ,
I sat on that road,
under the sky.. thinking ,
What the hell?
And then a big car comes,
they stopped aside to take a dump.
I looked at them , they looked at me
as if I was some kind of a skunk.
They came and asked, hey babe waddap ?
I answered..continue your ****, punks !
I said,
let’s hit the road
before my brains get soar !
.
I've helped you
make it to the top
Congratulations!
it's my time to leave
No place do I belong
Rather be someone else's
Unforgettable me
You’ll get on your feet someday?
Who cares if you do or don’t?
You don’t have any money.
Just hit the road, Jack!
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