So, I’m in my car and driving
Kind of slowly, late arriving
Thinking thoughts, attempted thriving
Traveling, not very far;
Rapt in poetry, creating,
Tablet in my car, dictating,
Technophobe there, celebrating
That he’s writing in his car
Some success, my fears dispelling,
Thoughts of reckless driving quelling,
Through the tablet’s oft misspelling
Everything I try to say
Still for all my techno-fighting
The whole thing’s kind of exciting
That I’m driving while I’m writing
It has been
A darn good
Day
To share is human:
Wonderful. Please stay off my road, OK?
That’s not fair. My tires were barely actually on the road the entire time.
Pray tell, where were they?
Swerving off the road, in various ditches, the woods and like. But I got my poems done.
Well, there’s that. LOL
You go, boy!