There was a straight road
With a crooked line
The painter must have been drinking wine
He giggled and he laughed
As he painted to the right and to the left or was it
North and to the South?
Then he stopped and took a deep breath
Opening his mouth
He smiled as he puffed out his chest
Feeling he had passed the test
He looked out over his work
Some of his finest
He said with a sly smirk
This is the road to nowhere
it goes nowhere fast
Please take your time when traveling to Nowhere so you don’t fall and break your ***
The moral of the story is……..
Never let the road to Nowhere have the last laugh