"passengered" poems
If there was a truck
that hauled nothing but good luck
in the back of its bed
or maybe a tractor
that carried happenstance
in it’s bucket
or a van which
passengered
devine kismet…
I’d give them all a call
and have them load
and drive
and haul
it all to you -
and dump
nothing but good luck
and fortune
on you.
All **** day.
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 3:38 PM UTC
My baby had a Tesla ride
This week,
She said it was oh-so comfortable
And suggested that I should take a peek.
I compare a luxury car like that
To the ownership of an iPhone,
Which I have never learned to operate
Even for hours alone.
She passengered in a Tesla
Saturday and Sunday,
From the gleam in her eye
It must have been a fun day.
And I'm hearing the story
As we're riding in the bumpy truck,
She has a habit of getting her own way
With a smile and a kiss and her own good luck.
My baby wants a Tesla
But I know it’s not for me,
It’s like buying a thoroughbred
And man, they’re not free.
Feb 27, 2023
Feb 27, 2023 at 1:56 PM UTC