I can drive now with ease
All the way into town
Without being jeopardized
By some slow moving clown
My car's in the parking lot
Close to the market
And I don't walk miles
After I park it
The isles are clear
The checkouts are open
Blessed relief
Till October I'm hoping
Each year they come
And each year they go
But they're hazardous to your health
Cause they drive too **** slow
When you least expect it
They pull out in front of you
Just gawking and talking
Enjoying the view
A car, an RV
Or a trailer that's towed
To them it seems
They're alone on the road
Sometimes I wonder
And that's no jive
Just how in the hell
They got here alive
By my father Robert Bennett
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
I can drive now with ease
All the way into town
Without being jeopardized
By some slow moving clown
My car's in the parking lot
Close to the market
And I don't walk miles
After I park it
The isles are clear
The checkouts are open
Blessed relief
Till October I'm hoping
Each year they come
And each year they go
But they're hazardous to your health
Cause they drive too **** slow
When you least expect it
They pull out in front of you
Just gawking and talking
Enjoying the view
A car, an RV
Or a trailer that's towed
To them it seems
They're alone on the road
Sometimes I wonder
And that's no jive
Just how in the hell
They got here alive
By my father Robert Bennett
This is another one of the treasure trove of poetry I found from my dad. He passed away December 12, 2012.
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