Whose tracks those are I think I know
His auto’s by trees yonder, though;
He cannot see me skidding past
(His windows buried deep in snow.)
My Subaru must think it queer
To try to stop in any gear
Trapped ‘tween ditch and looming truck
Whee! First ice storm in this crappy year!
Safety brakes cause wheels to shake
Miss the truck? ‘Tis a grim sweepstake
The only other sound the squeals
Of a useless scream and semi’s brakes.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
And I now wish I’d picked the Jeep,
But tears’ll freeze if now I weep,
But tears’ll freeze if now I weep.
*With apologies to Robert Frost
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I hope this poem isn’t based on experience.
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Amazing.
Why don’t you take the Chevy in the back? 😉
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Couldn’t stop!😎
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Makes Sense!!!
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Based on some experiences, but not recent ones, fortunately.
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recurrent experiences are mostly the hard ones to deal with!
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So good! 😄
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Thanks. It was fun to write. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Very fun 🙂
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😘
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😂
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😎
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